Caring breeds frustration every time.
I want you to be natural.
I don’t want you to be so noble you refuse to kill the mass murderer because everyone deserves a second chance even if they aren’t sorry.
I want you to know who you are.
I don’t want you to be unsure.
I don’t want you to pose while you walk because you or anyone else thinks you’re to cool or tragic to walk normally.
I don’t want you to pretend.
I want you to be smart enough to shoot the first time instead of lowering your gun because you want some slower revenge first.
I want you to admit mistakes.
I want you to understand others mistakes.
I want you to laugh at the bad guys for their stupidity and tell them.
I want your heart to be strong.
I don’t want you to faultier over guilt that isn’t yours.
I don’t want you to believe those you just met or know are liars over those you’ve known for years you can trust.
I don’t want you to jump to conclusions from rumours you should know are more than likely wrong.
I want you to break your promise only if death won’t allow you to stay behind.
I want you to dream.
I want you to rule.
I want you to be proud of your land.
I don’t want you to wallow.
I want you to be smart.
I want you to know what it means to be smart.
I want you to be angry at those that deserve it and not hold back your punches because we should all love our neighbours.
I want you to know why you believe what you do.
I want you to take a stand for it because you believe it’s worth it.
I want you to have a reason to speak and find no shame in saying nothing if there isn’t anything in particular to say.
I want you to remember why you are.
I don’t want you to forget any moment of your past.
I want you to know the embarrassing things that happened in your past will only follow you as shame if you let them.
I want you to laugh at yourself.
I want you to love yourself.
I want you to be confident.
I want you to know there is a time to collapse with exhaustion over the pain you’ve been dealt.
But I want you to laugh while you cry because even through the pain you know what the truth is.
There is a reason why our bodies were made with the emotions they carry: Use them.
Don't ignore them. Don't abuse them. Don't fear them. Don't underestimate them.
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