Hello There,
Writing feels like picking up the phone and speaking to no one on the other side. It isn't really about having someone listen but just listening to yourself. It's the lifelong journey of being your own best friend. Caring about your own successes and tribulations. The reality is there is one life.. one amount of odd years and you need to figure out how to find happiness within it.
We are just human. Human beings that are always trying to strive for perfection- when that doesn't exist. The reality is just finding happiness and peace in the flaws. So many people who have very little time ask to be here. Ask to be in this painful world that is often filled with doubt and difficulty. The reason being that they would rather be here then somewhere or no where. We take for granted how many worthy people leave this world. How many shining lights that really did bring in something with their presence.
My friend died not so long ago. So many young individuals have passed on. It's strange. Isn't this suppose to be a reality when your 80? Not in you 20's. I am so young but often feel so old.
We are so much more then our past and thats what I'm still battling against. I'm battling against my self hatred and self doubt. I am my biggest enemy. I know I can make changes. They just need to happen.
Change will occur-