Life Seemed So Simple When I Was Younger

Part 1- Begining

Life seemed so simple when I was younger. It seemed like I had everything, but I was just blinded by my ignorance. Everyone thinks that their life is so hard, and it is. Everyone has their own perception of difficulties, and everyone has their own level of their mental strength, and that is when I realized that I am nothing. Someone once told me, “No matter how hard you think you have it there's always someone who has it harder, and every time you make yourself a victim and you hide in your shell, you push everyone away and the only one to blame is yourself because you are the reason you are alone.”

    I didn’t believe this person at first but then, it was like the missing piece of a puzzle was finally found, and put into place. It took time but it started to make sense and….it turned out to be true. People can only see what it directly in front of them, but that is only until they have learned that they are wearing blinders and realize that they can just remove the blinders and finally see the big picture around them. As we grow we stop just looking out the window of the car or the bus during the bus ride to what at the time we thought was hell, but we soon learned that we all played victim at school, and we always wanted to be right. 

At some point in time we stop, we stop fighting over stupid thing and we just start walking and that is what some people call growing up or being the bigger person, or developign into who we are ment to be. We get caught up into the smallest things, and we don’t realize it when it is yourself because that small thing may seem like the grandest of things. “You can only perfect your own flaws, never others you can guide but not fix, but to fix others and not your own would make you a simple hypocrite. Putting yourself before others does not always make you selfish, take your steps wisely for life is like a tunnel with a light at the end but full of booby traps.”

I am nothing but truly something, you are simply nothing more than what you make yourself, but just as the saying goes, “Its a two way street” your are also no less than what you choose to lower yourself too. If you look around what do you see, do you see people who love for you, or do you see the stress of having to be someone your not. Life does not matter what random people think you of, the people who have known since dippers may not truly know you, they think they do but they dont because this culture, and this world has an idea of what we must be, and try and trying but sometime it’s just never enough.

We… Us… you look around… this room alone is filled with different people, but if you look, you also see, restriction, rules of society, catagories and groups. If you look even close as if under a microscope, you also see scars, past, present, the future. But with all of that you also see dreams and people who have changed for the people around them. You see lies and discomfort. Everything is layer, just like an onion, you break a seal of the onion, you also break a seal of the society WE have created for ourselves.

We expect ourselves to be perfect and without flaw, and when see a flow as simple as a tear and a hair out of place we tear ourselves or eachother down for not being something they you expire to be, but what if “perfection” isn't really “perfection” it isn't that A we’ve torn yourself apart for, or the “perfect” “boy nest door” or “girl next door”, what if “perfection” is simply our best version of ourselves that pick up litter that you see on the street while walk, or helping a friend study when you wanted to party, or letting go, and not forcing yourself into the rules of society, because maybe those rule were not, and just simply made up by our expectation of life that we see in books, poetry, songs, music, art everything around is your perspective.