We’re all different. Just like our faces are different, so are our callings. People need to stop getting things confused and trying to follow other people’s life paths. We’re all struggling to find our place in the world but can we try doing just that? Finding our own place. A place where we’re genuinely comfortable and confident in who we are, a place where we have next to no regrets and happiness is exactly what we’ve made it.
Can we try to understand ourselves before looking to other people to explain to us who we really are and what we’re really made of? Can we try following our own dreams and strive to accomplish our own goals? Can we try speaking our own truth and not be influenced by society’s unwritten standards?
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You.
Be your own person,
Have your own mind,
Speak your own truth,
Don’t be driven by the ‘acceptable’ reality,
Create your own path and tread it,
Don’t be afraid to be yourself,
That fear drains your voice,
You need that voice,
It’s the essence of your being,
You honestly can’t afford to be anything less than an individual.
Fear.
I’m well accustomed to that feeling. I grew up learning every aspect of it. Fear to express who you really are and where you really want to get in life. Fear of letting down the people that love and care about you. Fear of being the ‘black sheep’. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of rejection. You put me in all these boxes and as the years went by, they became smaller and smaller. Now, I’m trapped in them and can’t find my way out. I wish I wasn’t so scared but I am. I’m scared of YOU. I’m scared I can’t be who you want me to be but I can’t express this to you because of the fear of letting you down. I’m scared the path I really want to tread isn’t good enough for you. I’m tired of following dreams that look good on paper because that’s what you feel is right for me. It’s frustrating me. You wouldn’t know because you expect my life to be a bed of roses because I’m following the ‘right path’. You’ve boxed me in and now, I can’t stand to face another day of living in fear.
Trapped in a box,
The walls start closing in on you,
Your mind tells you you can’t be good enough,
That’s when you panic and let the tears roll,
Too scared to be you,
Too scared to follow your own dreams,
Then, you realize the box is just fear,
You stay trapped regardless.
Why?
Fear already stole your dreams.
Beneath My Perfect 