Entry 3

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Dear anyone,

Unfortunately, I don't have the answers for all of life's biggest questions. I act like someone who knows everything but I'm just like everyone else. There's no need to know everything; for everything cannot be known. Some things remain as they are but turns into a memory and become lost, forgotten. I don't even remember you.

Rambles and such, I can still write like some child trying to make sense about his emotions but still cannot capture how I really feel, not even a fraction. What is this I wonder, I am somewhat not afraid, I mean I really am. I don't know. Am I my own therapist?

I wonder what the world even needs. Is it for us to be soft for this hard world or to be hard for this soft world? What do other people expect from us? Do we act softly for the world to treat us the same? Or we just harden ourselves to be ready for the hard world?

Life's a battle? Yup. Coming from a loser's perspective, sometimes losing is inevitable but giving your all to win makes the loss less painful at least. It's better than letting things go their way. In other words, it's better to lose rather than not to even raise your fists at all. (Not saying that you should give a giant middle finger against your enemy, not cool btw), but fight with an effect. I mean you should reach something even small if you want to strike back.

Despite our hardwork not to become what we hated, we become the very same thing. Is it because we are too soft that we became hard? Or we're just hard from the start and we've deluded ourselves to be soft. Besides all of these, start accepting yourself as you are. Unkind people won't be remembered for long, but you, yes you. You will be remembered for eternity for being you, for being unique, for being yourself in this moment and in the future to come.

Take what you value in your heart well. Do not compare yourself with what others have. If you do, it would be endless. Learn to acknowledge one's self. You exist, reading this. Having achievements or none at all, doesn't really matter in the least. You are your own you. The same in the past, now and forever.

Never hide and shame yourself against the world. Your presence alone speaks for itself.

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