People always used to tell me, that a creative child usually becomes a troubled adult.
Well, I used to dismiss the theory. It seemed cliché to me, at least, during my teenage years.
Maybe, that was the denial talking. I’ve always wanted to get down to the root cause, but there has been many examples of it.
I often find myself too involved, the mind can play tricks if you allow it, but it can also help you untangle past behaviors, patterns that seem to align, things you simply can’t shake off.
If my brain was an internal drive, which in many ways, it is, I doubt it would be in a solid state.
As technology progresses, I hope it evolves in a way that changes lives and enhances their sense of knowledge in more ways than just one or the other.
The other thing I find myself worrying about, is the high expectations on my shoulders and the validation that comes along with it, or lack of, if I’m honest.
To have an ambitious heart, full of hopes and dreams, it is a pity that I’m full of these fears about the future.
As obvious as it might be, trying to distance yourself from them is a lot harder than meets the eye.
The easy way would probably be to blank them out until the denial kicks in, and you believe your own misguided words.
Or, to acknowledge the way you feel and how these fears make you feel or react – equally petrifying, in my opinion.
Creativity is both a blessing and a curse.
Well, I’m not completely good at writing. I love it with a passion, despite the competitive nature of the craft.
The freedom to openly express your train of thought, it is a wonderful part of the whole process. There are good days, blank days, sometimes you have no direction.
I’m not a perfect writer, nor do I claim to be. It’s complicated, like most hobbies and interests.
Being an introvert and poetic isn’t very helpful either. One day at a time, I’m hoping to appreciate my work more, and to worry less about everything.
Being a self-proclaimed perfectionist is a challenge. You won’t stop until you’re different from everyone else.
Life is nothing like we envisioned, as little children. We’ve been taught to believe that we’re just a puzzle piece to place, another foundation to lay.
Our state of mind crumbles, as we see the world for what it is. Disguised as a flaw, seen as a weakness.
Instead of encouraging one another, we have been programmed to function, in a different manner.
We’re motivated by our greed, the pressure to succeed is inevitably a weight on our shoulders.
If only some of us had the voice or the courage to break the stigma, once and for all. But of course, talking about taboo subjects is another challenge, in place.
Anyone who does, I’m forever intrigued and inspired by you.
When people are so far into their own denial,
that they start putting the blame on you…
First of all, I’m not the one with the personal troubles, or the attitude,
I am not the one making others feel miserable just so you can feel better.
I am not the one in the wrong here.
For once, I wish people would just look at themselves in the mirror before immediately attacking someone else, just because they’re in denial of their actions, or their personal demons.
It’s like, what have I ever done to deserve your wrath?
Did I cause your pain? No, I did not. Nor am I the reason for your behavior.
Whichever personal experiences have changed you, they are not mine to judge. I will not judge you for that. But, I also will not tolerate accusations from you either.
How you wish to process that information, I do not know.
My words certainly aren’t flawed with bad intentions.