Deep Thoughts

Out of Place Thoughts #2

I can't help but wonder what the hell it could be like in someone else's shoes. I mean, you meet a person that basically shines glory. Rains supreme and lightens the darkest rooms with their very appearance.

At least it seems that way to us, that one person we can't help but feel an inkling of jealousy for. And people tell you they aren't all that you think they are, and they are right. And you know they are. But I can't get that into my thick skull!

When I was younger, I was (still kinda am) sooo jealous of this one girl. I felt like she was so much better than me if every damn way possible. Sports. Art. Academic. Even Friendships.

It's hard to let go of that idea of someone you've known for so long. I mean, I've known this girl since we were friggin two. That's a long damn time. We were good friends up until the brilliant age of five. That's when stuff went down in my little childish head. It broke me down from that early stage when your meant to be happy-go-lucky and joyful with jubilant ideas and a smile able to kill.

I was like that. I cant deny it I am a happy girl always was but of course I had rough patches.

The bottom of your shoe is a grip, it's rough it has to be to keep you grounded. That's kinda like how life treats us. You have to have rough patches to keep grounded, sane even. You can't go through life happy all the time because then what point would there be!? None. Your life can't be smooth. The sole of your shoe can't be smooth or else what purpose has it!?

You pick a shoe that's your size. One that fits you. Not anyone else. It meets your needs. It meets your wants. You've got to break that shoe in because it's still stiff from never being worn.

Your life only caters to you, but life needs to be broken in. And sometimes it becomes to hard to bare. So you get a new shoe. You start fresh. That's how you should think of life. Relate such a massive thing to something small. Put it in perspective. Don't let it spiral out of your hands like a broken piece of thread. Keep grounded.

Love your rough patches.

And break it in.

That's the end of my mini rant.

Sorry for spiralling out of control there, I had to get t off my chest!

-Amara