— Mark Driscoll
This hollow feeling, the knowledge that you exist amidst your insecurities. Cover up only to coward out, and never shutting up only to never speak aloud. Have you dried up entirely?
Security isn’t glitzy or glamorous, concrete or cohesive. Therein lies the truth. Lift your head up high. It’s what we know we aren’t, that makes us who we are. You’re hurt. You’re broken. That’s alright. That makes us who we are.
- August Burns Red