Why do we settle?
Always Second best, never striving for more, see more, to be more.
We allow ourselves to fall into this mold we've been destined to fill our entire lives.
I didn't plan it, I didn't choose this, yet here I am, playing my victim card once again.
How did we end up here?
Each tragic event pushing us towards our destiny of mediocracy.
Each in our own unique cycle of abuse. Unsure of what this definition of normal really is. We're both our own definition of normal.
Sister, I see your pain. You mask it so well. Do you see mine?
We've both settled. We've settled into these lives that we deem comfortable. But not too comfortable, just enough to keep us from leaving.
Sister, I hope life is treating you well, we don't talk often enough. I know you've settled, but sister, I pray that you won't get too comfortable.
