Dear Stranger,
I don't know a lot, but I do know you're better than you think you are. I know you struggle with life in some way, and I want you to know that I do too.
I don't know a lot, but I know I'm a paradox. I want to be happy, but I'm complacent in my sadness. I'm lazy, yet ambitious. I don't like myself, but I'm in love with who I am. I feign confidence, yet I breathe insecurities. I crave attention, though I reject it when it comes my direction. I know that I am a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has.
When you are sure you're worthless and nothing, look again for the beauty and grace I know is there. If you can't find it, look again. Confidence is not self-satisfaction, it's the faith one has to find their light in the darkness of the world.
Keep looking,
A Stranger
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