Words fall to this page like leafs off a tree.
Still ask myself,
"What comes with being a born-free?"
Is it a past we never had to see?
Or
Is it the present thats as bitter as salt from the sea?
Don't get me wrong, Men are trash, vile treacherous things that will betray even themselves.a Engineered to want or need women from the day their born. And so from the get go the ball has always been in our court. But we're to busy loathing ourselves and in competition with each other to notice. That discovery and not just the external locus of control has been the source of my many depressions. That all we do on this earth is hurt and be hurt, endure. Tell me what is the meaning of life, How does the caterpillar metamorph if it is constantly in healing? How does the butterfly relish in kissing flowers when it will either pluck it's wings out? It's self or other animals and forces of nature will do it. And that ladies and gentlemen is the struggle of the depressed. Futility. What is the point of trying, if the probability of your efforts being thwarted is identical to you succeeding? The metaphor I like using for my depressions...
I know strength , I've seen it lived it, heard it in the voices of those closest to me, felt it. I've embodied it. And I've come to comprehend the gravity of what having it means. So I asked myself, how is it that I was constantly in fear, enslaved by trepidation, when I knew strength . I'd seen, lived it, heard it in the voices of those closest to me, its in my veins, I embody it. Yet I was riddled with anxiety and insecurity. I never understood. I've stared strength in the face for 21 years, how could I be scared? Nothing but realisation of this was the cause of my anxiety. The fact that I was born from and related to strength , was surrounded by it, it being all I knew is and was terrifying. What is so bad about humanity that the trait that gurantees an individual's progression, is not optimism , honesty or kindness , not love or even happiness . It is strength, and the world demands a...
The world is on a constant change. I guess we all know that by now. Staying focused is very important in this time and age. Because ive seen so many people slip from reality and fall into a endless dream of success. Too many of us procrastinate about life, we sing endless songs of making it big in this world. Not to say procrastinating is wrong, you can do it all day, week, fuck it, you can do it all year if you down for it. But dont slip. When you get an opportunity of doing something and doors open, strike while the iron is still hot. Cliché right? You've probably heard that shit more times than youve lived right? Wrong! Dont let the situations you find yourself in at this very moment be the ones that determine how the rest of your life will be. I think when one feels like the world has nothing to give or offer them, we instantaniously give up and give in to being failures. Always stay focused. What i mean is dont weaken your mental strength, neither should you take...
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