Pray. Freakin pray. Like your life depends on it. Because it does. And write. Because writing gives you a voice whether or not you believe anyone can hear you. And they can. And sing. At the top of your lungs. For all to hear. As if the world is deaf. Because it is, and they need you to be the aid. And smile.
Because the world needs a disease that can be spread that gives hope rather than death. And only you can start the infection. And run. Run until you cannot breathe so you know what its like to be alive again. Because the world needs you to play your part; it is not complete without you. And scream. Because screaming proves that you can feel emotion so strongly that it effects you to do something about it. It's healthy. And dance. Because dancing means there's music - both in your soul and in the world. And that gives purpose. And cry. Because it means you valued something enough to keep it in your heart. It's an honored heart, not a broken one. And laugh. Because laughter means there's something in life worth remembering. And laughter is the best ab workout. And live. Do whatever it is that makes you know you are meant to be exactly where you are. Your world may be piling on top of you, but just use it to make a fort like you did when you were a child. The time when you prayed and wrote and sang and smiled and ran and screamed and danced and cried and laughed and lived. Take my advice. For This Time, Cambria
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