I look up to people who care. I look up to those who stay messy-hearted in a world that may not always be kind to them. I look up to people who are doing whatever they have to do to make it to tomorrow, the people who get up in the morning when they do not want to, the people who face what is scarred within them, the people who are working every single day to be gentle and soft with themselves when they have been given every reason to harden. I look up to the people who believe in something hopeful; people who feel everything intensely, and allow themselves to feel that way. I look up to people who shout love from rooftops, who share their hearts with the world. I look up to anyone who is fighting, fighting to be better, fighting to heal even when it hurts, fighting to believe with everything they have within themselves that they have purpose here, and that they belong here, and that they deserve to take up space. I know how much courage it takes to be that kind of person, how much courage it takes to keep going. I respect it so much.
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