There is beauty in rock bottom.
Sometimes it takes something major to get our attention. Sometimes we need to be broken apart, not to be destroyed, but to release the things that we’ve held in for far too long. A little unraveling is good for the soul. There is beauty in having a clean slate that allows you to pick up the pieces and start over, again. There is beauty in having to face constant failure, because each time you get back up you’ve automatically become stronger. There is something mystical about becoming a person you no longer recognize in the mirror, yet you admire with all your soul. Rock bottom breaks us, but it requires us to become more. And there is nothing more beautiful than being in the state of becoming.