A Love Letter; and feelings sprinkled in.

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I was scared but I did it anyway. I was scared, but I did it in spite.

I was scared;

of; what?

To fail?

To look stupid?

What does that even mean? 'To look stupid' -To look human?

To look unsure? Why do we;

Why Do I,

Equate unsure-ity, inexperience,

Hesitantancy;

With stupidity?

Is it because of, how our education system programs us to beat ourselves up when we fail? That could be a reason...

Or is it my insatiable thirst for perfection? Is that it?

The quest for something unachieveable.
"Perfect".

That word stirs something in me.
I don't know what it is.
There's nothing wrong, not a thing, with wanting to do well.

But, some days, I'm so scared, of looking; Human, I don't even try at all.

And I know how awfully pessimistic that sounds. However, I can't ignore that feeling.

I've told myself, "I shouldn't." And, perhaps, it's the perfectionism speaking.

God I want to throw that feeling-This feeling, off of a cliff. Brush my hands clean and never deal with that again. It's weird.

Fighting against our feelings. Being human. No matter how strange it may be some days. I wouldn't rather be anything, or anyone else. No matter what.

I'm glad and grateful to be me.
.
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Perfection, fear-of-failure; Those are really the same thing.

Nerves, shaky palms and voice and all.

I overcome them in the end. If not immediately, eventually. Because; My passion and Tenacity, curiosity, vigor— I have many things to say about myself.

We all do.

They alwayswin.

They are what beats the fear, every; time.

Or it could be my worry of getting "to comfortable".

Either way; that, or my love and passion; I'm glad I have that drive. My conviction.

Thank you to my mind,
My body,
My soul;

—I'm tempted; here, to end this with:
"You a real one."—
You are.

Furthermore, most importantly:

I love you.
I am grateful; beyond measure for you.

— A love letter from yourself.
—Shilopink

7/4/2024

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