On being human
How often do we censor ourselves for the sake of fitting in?
How often do we censor ourselves for the sake of fitting in?
Sometimes, people trigger the hell out of me.
Sometimes, when I feel like I’m not getting the authentic person, when I feel like there’s a mask up, I take it personally and feel rejected and alone.
The shape of your goodness is not something which can be defined by your choice of actions in only one moment, but by your innate goodness
Because every time she took a leap, it seemed she fell.
She couldn’t remember the last time she leaped and was caught,
By strong arms who could hold her and tell her she was ok.
So she learned to catch herself.
And instead of no longer leaping,
She learned to trust herself:
That even if she fell,
She could hold herself.
She would keep leaping,
Because what is the point in having wings,
If you’re too afraid to fly?
So often, we know the answers in our heads, but we can’t seem to stop our hearts doing something we know is so illogical; so highly unlikely to ever bring us what we want.