A thought on growing up...

The hard thing about growing up is realizing how incredibly broken this world is. And how broken people are. 

It's sad. 

It's heart-breaking. It really is. 

I look at the world and see all these beautiful, beautiful people... people who don't know that they're beautiful. People who want to kill themselves because they think they're worthless, people who cut themselves because they're insecure, people who starve themselves because they think they're fat. I have close friends who do those things. And it breaks my heart. They tell me how they feel and I hurt for them. I do everything that I can to help them... I feel their pain, and it hurts. And it's hard.

My only hope is that with God's help, these broken friends of mine and this broken world will someday be made whole again.