You are always a valuable, worthwhile human being — not because anybody says so, not because you're successful, not because you make a lot of money — but because you decide to believe it and for no other reason.
The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.
