All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
How good would you have to be to feel good enough? How successful, strong, wealthy, intelligent, motivated, attractive, kind? Be honest, would it ever be enough? You have to start cutting yourself some slack and realizing that you’re holding yourself to impossible standards and your judgement of yourself is simply not accurate. -Dan Buffington (via unlively)