It’s okay if you don’t see the signs like what others want you to do.
It’s okay if you are torn between choosing the best or being the best in all aspects.
It’s okay if you don’t shine when morning comes or sparkle when the dusk presents its stars.
You are not a disaster, not a mess, not a hurricane in distress and a godzilla that may ruin everyone’s wants just because you followed your happiness. You still have to wait for your focus, dear.
You are not a black and white useless human.
You are just a blur.