We all have a thing so called "dreams".
Or a goal?
A desire?
It doesn't matter what it is.
Or for what it is for.
For the sake of others.
Or for the sake of yourself.
Or both.
Doing something to please others,
Just to feel accepted.
But isn't it just one-sided?
They are the only one who benefits.
And you are just hurting yourself.
Acting like your in a contest.
That you need to put an act to amaze them
In order for you to move on on to next level.
For what again?
For acceptance.
To feel included.
Why it is so hard to love yourself?
That you needed the approval of others?
Maybe happiness is not really a choice.
It never has been.
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Whims
PoésieMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.