Once there was a young lady; neither worldly nor childish, who lived a normal life - a life that wasn't dreary but still lacked an explosive excitement. She was a pretty young thing, on the surface all that everyone could see was that she was quiet not necessarily shy, she was just unable to express herself as much as she'd love to. You see, this lady was but a girl, a girl who knew things, but were naive to certain aspects of it.
To her, the past was a regretful thing; she was unbearable, scheming, lost, angry, bratty and selfish. Her present was challenging; she knew whatever she got now was karma - life is the biggest justice system out there. And as for her future? It remains unfathomable. One thing is for sure, is that she felt like she didn't belong-- she didn't quite fit in.
So everyday, she wondered to herself: what am I doing wrong? Why do I always feel so... Alone?. She found herself amused and happy in the company of friends and family. There were also times when their existence brought her down, but she didn't take it too hard or to heart. She saw no need to lengthen something so negative... The irony is that, despite her outlook on trying to be positive in that sense, she lacked the same perspective about everything else. She was always so hard on herself. Always. Never ever did she feel like she was good enough and it slowly ate her from inside. Slowly she set out to become what she eventually became; a big fat walking contradiction.
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