If I leave this world with only kindness as my legacy, it will be enough.

Our humanity is indelibly linked to our treatment of one another. Humane treatment grows humanity. Inhumane treatment destroys humanity. At its roots, humanity is an elegantly simple equation - input equals output.

Tell your story. Shout it. Write it. Whisper it if you have to. But tell it. Some won't understand it. Some will outright reject it. But many will thank you for it. And then the mostmagical thing will happen. One by one, voices will start whispering, 'Me, too.'And your tribe will gather. And you will never feel alone again.

Don't make yourself small.Not for anyone.If someone tells you you're too much...too loud, too sensitive, too fierce, too caring, too intellectual, too optimistic, too realistic, too logical, too emotional...just smile and move on, my friend.Clearly, they aren't enough for you.

They say that music soothes the soul.I think that's true. Sometimes. But other times music stirs the soul,reaching deep and digging up pain we need to process, thoughts we need to wrestle with, fears we need to work through, sadness we need to sit with, loss we need to lay to rest. Music is powerful because it can reach past the guardhouse of the mind, taking on those dragons that jealously hoard the glittering treasure of the human spirit,and set the tortured soul free.

Until our world decides that every human matters, that everyone has a right to food and safety and freedom and healthcare and equality, it is the obligation of those privileged to have food and safety and freedom and healthcare and equality to fight tirelessly for those who do not.

Don't hide your scars, your stretch marks, your laugh lines, your calloused hands. They are your life story, telling of struggles won and lost, challenges faced, losses overcome, life grown and birthed and nurtured, hard work accomplished, stars reached for, hopes dashed, dreams realized, rock bottoms and mountain tops.They tell the story of your one amazing, awful, beautiful life written in the curves and lines of extraordinary, miraculous, beautiful you.

I'm just a humanstanding in front of other humansreminding them that we're all human.

Life doesn't always get better.But you do. You get stronger.You get wiser. You get softer.With tattered wings you rise.And the world watches in wonderat the breathless beauty ofa human who survived life.