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Societal pressures and the irony of so-called “encouragement” when it comes to being your authentic self is a lot for anyone.
Feeling out of place can weigh heavy on your mind. We’re told our differences make us unique, and that humanity is evolving and becoming more equal, but is it really?
The hypocrisy of it all. If I’m being completely honest, not much has changed.
Yes, there’s been improvements along the way, but we have a long way to go until the world is a more equal, kind place.
Toxicity is all around us; the places we work, the people we know. As much as I strive to be enthusiastic, there comes a time where you see it all for how it is.
It’s so confusing to live in a world where individuality is either praised or not accepted.
When all you want is to just be you, but other people make that so difficult.
The game of life is hard to play, you never know what’s going to happen next. All you can do is hope that it will all be okay.
One day, the puzzle pieces will fall into place and maybe, a bit of peace will come from that.
Who knows. Anyway, I hope I’m not rambling, although this was something I wanted to talk about today.
Hope you’re all doing well.
My blog was created almost five years ago, it’s amazing how it has shaped my life in many ways. I used to write all the time, staying awake late thinking about new theme layouts and blog post ideas. Those were the days of limitless creativity.
If anything, I’d love to go back to that. I also hope it will guide me through the writing process for my next poetry book. It might take months, or even years to finish my current project, but in the meantime, just updating my blog consistently and breaking free of the recurring periods of writer’s block.
All you can do is encourage, yet allow that creative mind to express and create at its own pace. I am definitely an impatient person, depending on the situation, of course.
It’s only the beginning, and I have so much left to give. I won’t give up.
I long to fit the requirements,
The world can be a dark space.
Cryptic human; abyss of secrets,
How I wish, you knew my fears.
It felt like I knew you, in another life,
But, timing was never truly on our side.
As previously mentioned, I wanted to make a quick note of my vision for the year ahead, what I hope to achieve and accomplish, amongst other things.
This isn’t your average list. In fact, I don’t feel it is of use to even make one.
Sure, a healthier lifestyle would be very beneficial, and a more balanced approach to mindfulness is what I hope to grasp, eventually.
Taking care of yourself, as well as the ones around you, it’s vital, to be the best version you can be, of you.
There’s something about the midnight hour, I can’t understand how it works, or if it calms my soul enough to heal my battle wounds.
Either way, it builds my core, to the point of nausea. You push yourself to the edge and somehow recover, just to fall back on your word again.
It’s a continuous cycle, the same routine of thought, as time leads you on a journey.
You can either hide in denial, or confront your darkest personality traits in depth.
To cut ties with fear of abandonment, a need for approval; Am I losing touch with reality or am I too aware of my own weaknesses and destructive mindset?
It takes a lot to admit defeat, and admit that you’re a broken individual.
So for the time being, love your fellow entities that surround the halls of your mind. For the present hour, cherish the hours that follow.
Be fearless, love the obstacles that test you. Kill the fear that haunts your path.
Free the mind, cure the anxiety of not knowing what’s going to happen next.
Writing in the darkness of a room has always been my scenery of choice. The patience of thought, gradually expressed. Peace is the word. I am at peace with myself. Solitude does help you sustain it. That echo or a whisper, now simply a memory engraved in the mind.
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