Life is a fragile feather. Floating in a space of nowhere. 7 billion people. 7 billion stories. Caught in an ocean of people. Caught in a forest with no yellow brick road to follow in order to get out. How do we end up, getting caught in a pool of quicksand that is impossible to escape. Wishing you looked a certain way, had a certain eye color, have a certain hair color. Now, I could go on and on and on about how girls body shame, think they are too fat, too skinny, too dark, too light. We get absorbed into other people's thoughts about us. Love, hate. These are all present in our everyday lives. How do we get through our days keeping this shaming of ourselves, to ourselves?
Not a single word is said. Not a single sound is heard. No smile, no emotion. Just a face. Standing in the darkness of a story that you have no part in. Felling like your lost, not important, there is no meaning to your life. Stay. Don't leave this world. Life is a fragile feather. Floating in a universe with no straight path. Don't leave because you only get one chance. One tiny little chance to live this life on earth. To exceed in living. And if you harm, if you hate, if you have anger, disappointment in yourself. There is no need.
You are beautiful. You are worth it. You are worth living this fragile life you have been giving. You are not a mistake. Not a disappointment. Not a misunderstand. You are not ugly, too fat, too skinny, or not worth it. You are you. Don't get caught up in a society of people who bring you down and tell you things that are not true. Find people who adore you. People you adore. Love, live, and laugh. Laugh with those you adore and those who adore you. Live.
