Like a thief in the light, you can't hide, you can't hide from your shadow
It's the only thing you own
And you don't need to pretend that perfection is your friend
'cause we're all broken
We all end alone
Show me that you're human, you won't break
Oh love your flaws and live for your mistakes
Beauty's on the surface wearing thin
Come closer show the marks upon your skin
Show me that you're human
You're a spark without flame
I'm a desert in the rain,
You're a mountain and I'm a stepping stone
So walk away from your pride
It's a demon in disguise
And it won't help you calm the swelling tide
~Human by Gabrielle Aplin
So lovely, I'm at peace now
I believe in kindness, peace, and selective blindness.
Wounds become scar tissue. Scar tissue that cannot be showed to the world because the world will think you're an emotional weakling. So you cover it up with skin and clothes. You take it in your stride and move on with your life.
Dreams are hindered more by doubt than by failure. So don't let these scars increase your doubt. Don't think that you're a lesser person because of the way people treat you. Things that people do around you sometimes have no explanation at all. Humans are human. To be human is sometimes to be selfish, and insensitive, and reclusive, and sometimes they ignore you. Silences speak the loudest. But I have to accept their flaws, because the only alternative is for me to become a hermit. I sound kinda emotional but I have reasons which are a little too sensitive to be placed here. But it's nothing serious. As somebody in Pooh said, the smallest things take up the most room in my heart. So that explains my reaction. This was supposed to be an upbeat post but I've ended up typing out everything that's been bothering me for days. So this is how it feels when something close to your heart doesn't work out the way you want it to. And this something is actually quite a small part of my life that it's quite laughable how much it's impacting me. Maybe it's a sign that I'm being a little too sensitive. Maybe it's also a sign how I've been given almost everything I've wanted in my life, so now when I don't get something that means so much to me, it hits me hard.
So the bottom line is that I need to move on with my life as I said several sentences ago. I want to believe in freedom, and autonomy, and kindness, and I should let others have it as much as I want to have it myself. And that comes with sacrifices like this.
Wounds become scar tissue. Scar tissue that cannot be showed to the world because the world will think you're an emotional weakling. So you cover it up with skin and clothes. You take it in your stride and move on with your life.
Dreams are hindered more by doubt than by failure. So don't let these scars increase your doubt. Don't think that you're a lesser person because of the way people treat you. Things that people do around you sometimes have no explanation at all. Humans are human. To be human is sometimes to be selfish, and insensitive, and reclusive, and sometimes they ignore you. Silences speak the loudest. But I have to accept their flaws, because the only alternative is for me to become a hermit. I sound kinda emotional but I have reasons which are a little too sensitive to be placed here. But it's nothing serious. As somebody in Pooh said, the smallest things take up the most room in my heart. So that explains my reaction. This was supposed to be an upbeat post but I've ended up typing out everything that's been bothering me for days. So this is how it feels when something close to your heart doesn't work out the way you want it to. And this something is actually quite a small part of my life that it's quite laughable how much it's impacting me. Maybe it's a sign that I'm being a little too sensitive. Maybe it's also a sign how I've been given almost everything I've wanted in my life, so now when I don't get something that means so much to me, it hits me hard.
So the bottom line is that I need to move on with my life as I said several sentences ago. I want to believe in freedom, and autonomy, and kindness, and I should let others have it as much as I want to have it myself. And that comes with sacrifices like this.
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