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It's okay.

It’s okay. It’s okay to try and not get it right. It’s okay to not even try in the first place. It’s okay to hold on real tight and you don’t want to let go even though you know it hurts.
 It’s okay to love the wrong things.
It’s okay to love the right things.
It’s okay to be confused about life.
It’s okay to feel proud of your saunter.
It’s okay to hate your life too.
It’s okay to want to change.
It’s okay to want to stay exactly as you are.
It’s okay to want to leave.
Its okay to never want to leave.
It’s okay to feel annoyed.
It’s okay to feel happy doing nothing.
It’s okay to want to do something.
It’s okay to want help.
It’s okay to not want to take help.
It’s okay to be selfish.
It’s okay to be selfless.
It’s okay to love with abandon.
It’s okay to not want to love with abandon.
It’s okay to be afraid of the dark.
It’s okay to like being in the dark too.
It’s okay to be afraid of facing the light.
It’s okay if you can’t find the light.
It’s okay if you want to be the light.
It’s okay if you don’t know.
It’s okay if you are the only one with the answer.
It’s okay if you are the sore thumb.
It’s okay if you don’t want to be the sore thumb.

Everything is a wave in this endless ocean of awareness. Let it come and let it pass, as is the very nature of existence.
You are stillness. Motion is also stillness. It all comes from One and goes back to One.
Let it be, exactly as it is.

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