I’m a kid who played with you.
I’m a girl who had a crush on you.
I’m a student who goes to school just to see you.
I’m a lady who fell for you.
I’m a partner who shared my thoughts, love and heart to you.
I’m a soldier who fought for you.
I’m a martyr who stayed by your side.
Now, I’m a stranger who once played, mingled, giggled, fell, shared, fought, stayed and loved you.
“Throughout my life, I've always tried to make myself unique. I didn't like to get mistaken for a stereotype. I figured that the first thing I had to focus on was my appearance, because it's only natural for people to judge a book by its cover before really looking into its pages. As years went on, I continued to try my best to look different, but realized that I would always look similar to some group or another, to some degree. That was also when it dawned on me that sure, there are lots of guys out there with the dark hair, light brown complexion, trimmed beard, brown eyes, medium build, tall, half-decent looking, etc., but what will make me memorable in this life and after I'm gone is not what I look like as much as what I did for the world and what I stood for. We don't know what life is going to bring our way, but we do know that it's on us to do our best to be of benefit to the world. Live to spread goodness, and build a sincere and soft heart. God-willing, you will be remembered; you will leave a legacy.”
—Nadir KevalMiley Cyrus - We Can't Stop!
Imagine feeling like you’ve progressed as a person but you’re always compared to whom you were five years ago.
People change, people progress.
Take the “celebrity” out of Miley Cyrus and you have a person who’s being bullied because of their image. In logic, she is a real person.
Being “famous” is an attractive concept, but could you deal with all that baggage? With everyone judging your every move and thought?
Imagine liking who you’ve become and then being bashed constantly for whom you’ve become.
Its funny how people judge someone’s “image” by what they would not do.
Fat people are not diseases.
If you actually believe that crap, you’re dead wrong.
Being obese doesn’t automatically mean you’re unhealthy.
There are people of all sizes who are healthy and unhealthy and it’s no one’s business anyway.
Jesus fuck, stop.
Stop telling fat people that it’s wrong to be fat.
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I don’t trust women. I never have. I respect women. I just don’t trust women. It’s surely an unhealthy outlook but it’s true. This has been a serious obstacle in past relationships.
This lack of trust never resulted in a need to control anything or anyone. It simply held me back from giving my all in relationships. “You’ll probably leave or find someone else anyway? Well fuck it because I never got that close to you anyway.” It’s like I seemed indifferent. There was power in the ability to not let anyone get through enough to potentially hurt you. I don’t trust women but I love women. Dilemma.
What’s happened as I got older is a very content feeling in being alone. A dependence on someone else for my own happiness never seemed healthy to me. I grew into someone always searching for contentment within all the things I have control over. My own actions and feelings as opposed to someone else’s.
I’m sure this lack of trust in women probably started subconsciously when my mother left my sister and I as children. Now I’m a very strong believer in our past never defining our future. I began thinking we didn’t even really need her anyway. This mentality surely didn’t help my issues but it did define psychological struggles I would fight through later in life. Everything is everything to everyone and nothing to no one. Funny.
Where am I now? Who am I? I’m the guy who tries to see past a lot of negative in life in order to move forward. I’m the guy who tries to give everything because I expect it from those in my life. I like this spot.
Taking all this into account for so long, you begin to realize how ridiculously selfish this entire thought process is. Why would I withhold any part of who I am out of fear? How could I continue to selfishly hold back when someone deserves so much more? Thoughts begin to change and with it a new outlook forms. Trust.
I guess the one thing I would want people to take away from reading this is hope in a person’s ability to recognize issues in their life that may hinder a personal growth. I hope people feel that humanity is in fact not lost in selfish pride but constantly struggling to be right with itself. I hope I’m right. Someday this might all make sense.
