sometimes I find myself questioning life, my existence, my purpose.
what am I here for?
what is life?
it's existing but what is existing really? is it just breathing and having a heart beat?
by text book, the definition of existing and living is used to describe something witch is now present or available, especially when your are contrasting it with something witch is planned for the future. im not present, at least my mind isn't, its always some where in the clouds, anyways, thats why planning things for the future doesn't always work out, most of the times I find myself facing rejection
rejection is the opposite of acceptance, you would think it means you are not valued, or liked or important, witch are all true, but in its full meaning rejection is that one time, in one situation, with that one person, things dent work out. rejection hurts but its impossible to avoid it all together, you must learn that with rejection comes reconciliation, to accept a situation or fact although you do not like it
I must reconcile with myself that I need help
reconciliation is a means to an end, but not an ending in its self
because if you hold on to something thats is broken or breaking you for far to long, then it will only come back even stronger with the soul purpose of hurting
being rejected makes us in a way
for what was rejected makes part of who we are
like it or not as human beings when we reconcile, we accommodate, adapt, adjust and conform, but sometimes there is those of us that can't do that. moving on simply does not seam possible, where as staying still and letting the whole world moves around us seams like the only option. a persistent sadness that takes over our mood, a lack of strength and will that straps us to the bed unable to move
we often want things that hold no real meaning
all that to say reconcile with yourself, so you never feel rejected and find the true meaning of living
I am me
im not a quantifiable worth so much so that I shouldn't need to feel accepted, by those who do not want nor deserve be, to be
adiccionaly to be here is surly enough
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Poetrythis is me a book of little poems and a few pharagrafs it talks about hard times ups and downs my feelings a way to express myself maybe you can relate if you can your not alone a way to vent a way to find myself when I get lost a collection...
