Life is a work in Progress. If you view it this way you will be continually busy, continuously learning, continually constructing yourself.
It will be okay. It may not seem like it right now, but it is going to be fine. I know it’s scary, but don’t be afraid. You are who you are, and you should love the process and I don’t want anyone to have to go through their life afraid to accept this.I don’t want anyone to hold back their work. It’s not okay… it’s not a good thing.
Why does life have to feel like such a struggle at times? Like a work in progress. Because without the struggle, the triumphs wouldn’t taste as sweet.
I would rather have one amazing best friend than 100 decent regular friends. It's not about quantity, it's about quality. Work in Progress is also about quality. If you think the work is completed you are compromising on quality.
Who are you? Answer; you are who you are in this given moment. Label-less. Limitless. Remember that from this day forward. Your work is in Progress. Do not think of labeling yourself. That is the end of growth.
Forget about self-image and self-judgment. It's about self-love, and no one teaches you that at school. No one teaches you that if you accept and love yourself, nothing and no one can touch you. This is the only face and body you're ever going to get, so be comfortable and happy in it. Own it. Own every aspect of who you are and present it to the world with the utmost pride.
In your work you will be meeting people. People are beautiful. All people, of all shapes and sizes.The fact that we are living, breathing organisms that happen to have opposable thumbs, allowing us to pick up our phones and be on it for the entire damn day, is nothing short of brilliant. What makes us even more magnificent as a species is that we are lucky enough to be uniquely different - and it's that individuality we must each harness and celebrate and progress our work.
I refuse to live a life of regret. I refuse to hope things will get better in the future when I have complete control over making them the best possible right here and now. We have one life-and none of us knows how long our life will be or what will become of it. The possibilities are truly infinite.
The best part about best friends is that you can maintain a relationship at any distance. In this day and age, we have Skype, facebook, Twitter, text messages, audio messages, photo messages, and every social media site you can think of. With my friends. I post in facebook everyday, I send little photo updates almost daily and do a video call every week. It’s really not that difficult. We talk about anything and everything. It really doesn’t matter where we go or what we do; it has to be honest.
Be a media person, a professor, a doctor, they say. But there's one thing they can't hear: the silent beat of creativity within you - that calling beckoning you to trust your gut, follow your heart, and do what your soul demands. You can never articulate to others what you feel in your bones because you rarely understand it yourself.
Do you know how many times I get a idea but can't explain it to anyone? All. The. Time. They can't see it, but I can - and that's all that matters. They will see it when I bring my idea to life. I have been thinking of Linguistic Anthropology and I found my son has not only placed it as his work in progress but has made considerable progress. I was quite angry with him.
That's the downside of growing up. There's a lot of pretending involved. We frequently act like someone other than who we really are because we don't know or aren't comfortable with our true selves.
I have ideas. And I have to pursue them; otherwise my soul would have shriveled. The hardest part was allowing myself to want something other than what was socially acceptable, telling myself to go after it, and then actually doing it.
Life is always going to keep us guessing; often it throws us for a complete loop. Just when you think you know who you are, life has this way of throwing a curveball and landing you back in the town of confusion; population: a vast majority of the human race.
It is a work in progress.