In light of
recent events, I have realized how fragile each of us are. Our pride and worth
are so delicate. Every day we go through life trying not to shatter. Holding ourselves
together with the hope of a stronger, emotionally assured future.
I am a broken
mess. I am not anything to idolize or look up to. But maybe the fact that I acknowledge
my shortcomings makes me stronger than I think I am. I have a shrewd image of
myself, but I have amazing people around me that tell me how much I mean to the
world. I won’t name names for the people I couldn’t life without, but I want
you all to know, I wouldn’t be standing if you didn’t care about me.
Some experiences
rip you to pieces. They make you hate yourself, show you at your worst, and prove
that you’ll never ever be perfect. You need those experiences. I know I do. How
else will I learn who I really am if I’m not stripped down to nothing. I’ll
never know what I’m made of.
May 2012 has
literally been the worst month I can remember. I have learned way too many life
lessons in a short period of time. What I do with this new found knowledge is
still up for debate.
It’s Saturday
night. Beauty and the Beast is on ABC Family. I have reached my peak of
coolness. Tale as old as time…song as old
as rhyme…
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