No matter how confident you are in yourself: your talents, your appearance, the choices you make in life… we all have insecurities and self-doubts. We all stop to question ourselves at times, as we should. It is only via second guessing our instincts that we can ever hope to evolve into something better than we are. It is only through questioning our existing patterns that we can ever hope to develop new ones.

It isn’t paranoid to think that there are people out there who would love to see you fail. I admit, there are those out there who I would love to watch fall flat on their faces because I want to see proof that karma does in fact exist. Smug grin playing across my lips, eyes dancing. Nothing to say but, “ha!”. I’m almost positive there are those who feel the same towards me for whatever reason. This is a symptom of the human condition. A fact of life.

People will absolutely talk about you. People will hate on you. People will criticize what matters the most to you. People will play on your vulnerabilities and life will poke holes in your confidence. You will be let down, you will be betrayed, and you will be disappointed.

Don’t let the bastards wear you down. For every disappointment life will offer you an opportunity. For every person who looks down on you there will be another who will admire what you do. For every heartbreak, you will love again. For every betrayal, there will be someone who has your back through everything you go through. For every smug grin, there will be an adoring smile.

And you know what? If not… FUCK EM. We all hold within us so many variables that we can’t possibly expect that other people will understand us all the time. Or at all. Examine what “normal” really means. It’s the median, the average. I used to say all the time, “It’s hard being in the 98% percentile.” Arrogant a bit, but… it’s true. It means most people won’t get you. Most people don’t have the capacity to.

If anything, it’s cause for celebration.