We dont create who we are. We fall into it. We dont shape our existance, we just simply adjust our molds. Eventually we all fall out of our fear. I hope. It's not hard to imagine a life without hope. We struggle through the random nonsense, only to emerge to an even foggier outcome. I am not happy.
Trying to create yourself makes you stray father from who you really are.
The things you want to change, the way you want to talk, look, and act.
The way you want to be seen is like a dirty love affair with the person you are not.
But the human carrying these longings, that is you. searching and insecure.
You find them and make friends. find beauty in the way you have been.
your manorisms, your essence that is unlike any other.
Your body produces pharamones. you own sent. allow this to match your exterrior.
then something wonderful happends.
its hope. and self respect. and contentment.
its many things. all great things.
We pretend we wont float-- We pretend we cant fly. We break our own hearts, really it's true. There's not really much of a difference between who I was born as, and who I will die as. Life is like an uncolored coloring page, laziness brings about scribbles. Scribbles just muddy the outcome... And this is disapointment. You understand right, dont you? Should I make more of an effort to dumb down my excessive mind wanderings?
we break our own hearts. insanely true.
but heart break is part of the beauty of life.
But as with coloring-
as long as you are happy, scribble the fuck out of that page.
in the end a nicely colored one will amount to nothing.
its the process of expression that matters.
This is disapointment, All of it.
you have to find it all on your own. no one can help you.
you have to take a deep breath and discover whats out there to be taken.
if you follow your heart, and are in the right place it will not dissapoint.
I dont want to fight for happiness anymore, I dont want to fight at all.
But We will, I know We will.
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