More so than ever, I have found myself on this journey of acceptance and discovery.
I had to learn how to let go, understand that there are many things I cannot change, no matter how much it pains me, to know this very crucial information.
Above all, it opened my eyes to clarity, inspiration and commitment. Not only to myself, but the ones who need me.
A wonderful day spent, indeed.
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.
In all my years of trying to find the right words to say, it has never been so clear to me before.
This journey of mine was a test, it continues to be.
And there is no doubt in my mind that people will continue to analyze my quiet and reserved nature.
They’ll pick it apart, piece by piece. I definitely will be under a microscope.
However, there is a lot people will underestimate. My cautious sense of instinct, I observe you without even saying a word.
It takes a complex life to understand the complexity of others around you.
Sure, I don’t have a degree, but my knowledge of the ones around me is on point. You think I have no voice, think again.
It starts with a simple trigger, and it ends with an emotional cry of defeat. A passive-aggressive mechanism mastered from the years and pieces of you broken off like you’re society’s doll, robotic to emotion and numb from the chemical imbalance of one’s mind.
What you saw in movies, it became your illusion, the safety blanket you never had as a child, but eventually, the rose-colored lens faded, and you saw the world in all the disgusting hues of reality. Blue became associated with sadness & your lover’s eyes, red became nothing but a reminder of the blood you lost, and the love that decayed along with it.
I wish life was like it seemed when childhood nightmares were only the majority of life’s problems, you could breathe oxygen without being constantly clouded by the loss of your beloved, oh how tragic it felt at the time, but as time goes, you start to feel the hatred building like the blocks you had as a kid, ain’t it funny how tables can twist and turn?
my words are perhaps not as beautiful
or maybe not as well-put
as other people’s nor as flowing through your soul
as the next one you’ll see
but to me, it’s all down to being true
to your nature regardless.
not every piece will be a masterpiece,
or have a great impact and so forth
but ironically enough: that’s what
helps you grow as a person.
like flowers, we need to
nurture our minds
before they can bloom
no great was created overnight,
but we can all dream.