Those monsters scream at your doorstep during the awakening of storms and although the sun shines once more, some of them enjoyed their stay- they never left.
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This book is primarily consolidated in order to encourage every soul to fight back aga...
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I have always felt different and insignificant.
Like that white crayon in a box of colorful ones, I lived soberly with the thought that I remain the least chosen one because people only loved the vibrancy of life— they cancel out spiritless hues.
And I understand them just like how I accept that some storms arrive without warning even when the sun is up high.
I understand all these. Of how a tiny fish will drown upon countering the relentless waves of the boundless seas. Of how living people reflect grimly dead and forgotten memories. Of how a straight line can instantly form both a reassuring smile and a frown. Of why notable people inevitably tend to enslave themselves when they have their crown.
And yet, there are certain unfortunate things I don't seem to comprehend; of how can an enormous world be too crowded and tyrannical.
How can conquer battles reignite just for shameful defeat to vainly offer its rebuttal?
How can healed wounds still invite pain to shelter once more?
How can we drown in our paddle of water?
How can silence give birth to our loudest cries?
How do we courageously live each day knowing that something inside us continuously dies?
It has been incomparably a continuous struggle sorely trying to fit in. It was suffocating and honestly, I'm barely making it through.
Wounded people become lost puzzle pieces. They start trimming down their self-worth and lifelong dreams and barely squeezing their genuine happiness into a jar. Then, trading it off for temporary relief for wanting to earn that unoccupied seat of acceptance in the stateless society where they wanted to live in.
This unknown world houses innumerable questions that come with insurmountable discouragement; arbitrarily depriving us of the precise answers we long desire to unfold.
This may be the key reason why we justly fear the lingering smell of unfamiliarity. We fasten our eyes to inhabitable dreams. We run away from peculiar things we don't understand— we run away from ourselves.
Have you ever thought of it? Well, I did, incessantly.
I've willingly spent years frantically searching for the ideal mixture of life and death, self-worth and self-doubt. I discovered none. Life's equation isn't just simply adding sugar to water and mixing it until all the particles dissolve into a uniform solution. Things won't just add sweetly most of the time. And, that's okay.
My Dearest Brave Soul, it's alright not to reasonably know everything.
It is alright not to be able to catch up with others' pace.
It is alright to feel exhausted.
It is alright to not be okay— for now.
You may have constantly felt different and insignificant.
Sure, some would say that a white crayon is useless but bear this in mind—you are undoubtedly the Creator's rare masterpiece.
You are here for a reason.
In your sacred bones, He carved an endless promise of new beginnings.
