I have so many pieces in my pockets, sometimes I wonder what would happen if they – crept out – fell out – leapt out – for the world to see. To know what they mean to me. To believe or not believe, me.
See, you don’t see how: I’ve collected and I’ve kept them, hid them and erased them, seen them pristinely polished.
See, you don’t see how they fit together, how they all originate from this one whole sheet of broken glass,
shattered into pieces from this blast, exclusively eclectic secret relics, hidden from everyone the universe and you.
“If only-you were-rich enough. As we all know rich = fixed. Always.”
“If only-you were-good enough. If only you could dance like them. If only you could be like them. It’s too late now, just look around. Started competing when they were 2, and now they’re soooOOOoooo much better than you.”
“If only-you were-smart enough. Look at these geniuses who don’t have to study, they’re gonna out there be makin some moneeeey!! It’s easy for them to live, just watch and see.”
All of these “people” are simply NOT ME.
Their character traits are just DIFFERENT from mine.
Their lives & mine do not intertwine.
AND THAT’S OKAY…
…because Iam very happy withME.
I am beginning to realize that I am simply not everyone else. It’s very clear when I write it down like that, but it’s hard to actually believe and be okay with.
My talents are different. My direction is different. My personality is different.
From everyone else
The have traits/talents/things that I don’t, and VICE VERSA. I might be “better” at communicating than that “perfect dancer” I see on my instagram. Perhaps I am “better” at writing than the math genius in my Calculus class. Even though I’m not rich in money, I might experience richer joy in my day-to-day life than the excessively wealthy billionaire I saw in the news.
I hope you find joy today, whatever your plans may entail.