i don’t always do good things, and my motives aren’t ever pure. i do dumb things all the time, but that doesn’t make me stupid. i don’t always have courage to confront problems, but that doesn’t make me a coward. my actions don’t always reflect my words, but that doesn’t make me a hypocrite. i may spend too little time on the people who rightfully deserve it, and too much on those who don’t. i might not always be full of drive, and i’m selfish with my time. i’m not always loyal. but none of these things can define me. i am me. ever-changing, but always the same because i’ll always be true to myself. my value isn’t something i hold in my hands, and it’s definitely not in any of yours either. it’s in the hands of the one who gave it to me, because no one else knows how to protect it better.