"There are so many beautiful things in this world, so many beautiful people, so much love. Even if this life gets a little cramped and crooked sometimes, it’s all we’ve got y’know? It’s all we’ve got. And there are so many things to love about it. You just have to learn how to see the light. How to make wishes on stars, how to see beauty in broken things, how to love those broken things like they weren’t so hemmed and halved, like they weren’t so fragile and fleeting. Because sometimes those broken things, those forgotten fog-rimmed feelings are the ones that matter most, y’know? I used to wake up before dawn every morning to climb the hill behind my house and watch the sun rise. Watch that little ball of light unfurl and arch across the sky, so brave, so sure, stretchstretchstretching its rosy red fingers towards that sunkissed horizon, sending little tendrils of light streaking across the sky. Because it’s moments like that that make me love this world. Moments like that that leave you so round and full and swollen with light. And yeah, I know being happy is hard. It’s temperamental. It’s exhausting. But you have to do things that scare the hell out of you sometimes. Have to kiss people that might not kiss you back. Have to get your hands a little dirty. Have to build things only to tear them down — only to burn them down and start all over. Think about what it means to change, what it means to start over, what it means to live. What it means to feel your knees buckling beneath the weight of all these beautiful things. Because it’s okay to be lonely. As long as you know that you’re not alone. And let me tell you, from one stranger to another, you are not alone.

I hope one day being happy doesn’t always have to be so hard."

-Mols