“And in the end, do you ever truly know for sure if you’re lovable?
What a question.
You don’t. You can’t. Of course not.
Life never hands out the answers like that.
But maybe that’s not even the right question.
Maybe love isn’t the judgment you render—but a chance you take. Maybe it’s something you choose to do—over and over.
For yourself. And everyone else.
Because love isn’t fame. It’s not something other people bestow on you. It’s not something that comes from the outside.
Love is something you do.
Love is something you generate.
And loving other people really does turn out, in the end, to be a genuine way of loving yourself,”