My Name is Stacey.

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My adventures from yesterday

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My adventures from yesterday

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unebelleoiseau: Sunrise in Ludhiana

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unebelleoiseau:

Sunrise in Ludhiana

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torace: Friends (by Rishi S)

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torace:

Friends (by Rishi S)

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Mon, 13 May 2013 00:30:07 -0400

Something to keep in mind

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:28:11 -0400

Don’t define yourself with tragedy. You are not tragic. Your life is worth living and no amount of bad luck or unfortunate happenings will make that statement false.

By defining yourself with tragedy, you are setting yourself up for self-hatred and self-doubt. You need look past all the bad things, look into what you are at your core.

Deep down you are so much more than just a “damaged soul.”

Don’t get me wrong; the tragedies in your life should not be overlooked or dismissed. Pay due attention to them and take the time to cry and scream and heal yourself. But these tragedies will never define who you are.

Who you are is how you let these tragedies affect your life. Learn from them, don’t succumb to them.

I had once defined myself through tragedy. I thought (and said) “I am who I am because this happened…. because this person did this… because this person neglected that… etc.” Living like that, I build up a shell. I could almost feel it around me. I felt like it gave me strength. Like: look who I’ve become! Because my life is so tragic, I no longer give a shit!

One day, however, that shell was shattered by a blow which it wasn’t built to withstand. I realized that who I really was cannot possibly be portrayed through a shell. Instead, I had hidden who I really am within that shell. Months (and even years) went by and I am still struggling to dig deep into what my life can be defined as.

Life is hard to define, but I can absolutely guarantee you that your life is sure as fuck not defined by tragedy. You are worth so much more than such a shitty definition.

Sorry for the rant, I just wanted to share this opinion/story/concept. If you read this whole thing, thank you so much for reading. I hope that this was of benefit to someone out there. And if not, hopefully I at least gave you something to think about.

hi, how's your night? how's your life?

Sun, 12 May 2013 22:51:59 -0400

My night is going pretty well so far! Just trying to muster up the motivation to work out before I go to bed. -.-

Life is pretty good right now though.. just graduated college yesterday and I have quite the adventurous year ahead of me so I’m super excited!

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