Ah, the wonderful mysteries of life,
and while we will always try and fail to comprehend the true meaning of it,
We can always be assured of certain things.
We are all guaranteed to hurt, to hate, to envy, and fear.
But we also have every right to love, heal, hope, and trust.
All one has to do is believe.
I am afraid of failure.
And along with that comes the fear to try
, The fear to simply make a fool of myself.
I know that there is always that chance of success,
But what always goes through my head is, "why risk it?"
All of us humans strive to be perfect;
To look perfect,
To act perfect,
To simply be the best.
But while we can always dream and want,
Perfection will always be a lifetime away.
What is perfection anyways?
How can you be perfect in the eyes of your fellow citizens,
When everyone has their own standards?
How can you please everyone around you,
When everyone wants something different?
The only perfection we can ever reach is to be perfect simply for yourself.
We are our worst critics.
I think deep down everyone wants to be happy.
But the only way is to simply accept yourself,
Your peers,
And everything life throws at you,
For everything it is.
I find that there are two types of people in this world.
Those who try to be like someone else,
Or those who try to make someone else be just like them.
I, myself, am neither.
I like to be a unique person,
Because if we were all the same,
What kind of world would it be?
A boring one if I must say so myself.
I think God's greatest gift to us is our individuality.
That way you can bring something completely new and different to the world,
And knowing that I am capable of doing that,
Makes me happy.