I've always read up on other people's posts and desired to have the power to recreate thoughts by "blogging" it out, I have never truly found the power or the courage to say exactly how I feel.
But here goes...
I remember in my younger days, expression was more of an adventure than a burden.
Like yesterday, I remember my mother always saying that those tender years of my life - I would love like I have never loved and hate like I have never hated. There was something so pure about the younger me, something I admire now.
If I could go back in time and meet the 16 year old me, I would pat her on the back and say that she was good. She was talented and kind hearted and she shouldn't waste all her time disliking herself.
Isn't it odd how we change the perceptions of our present self as time goes by? There have been moments where I have utterly disliked myself, where I could feel the core of my being turned to stone... so filled with hate and anger... The compassion within me dried up into my bones.
Why has my expression become so hidden? Or have the outlets of my expression changed?
Maybe its time I reevaluate the things that make me admire others, like writing a simple blog, or helping someone less fortunate, what about those who still follow the footsteps of their dreams... Suppose it's time to start focusing on those things instead to help cure this frustration within me.
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