I have seen so much for twenty-nine years of existing, and seen even more living by myself and all it ever does is make me question humanity and worse, scare me.
Does society make us who we are?
But remember that we are also society, so does that mean that we (society) make us who we are?
Wait, I just gave myself a headache.
Have you ever thought or asked Who are you when no one is looking? And who are you when there are people around?
I have just had the craziest experience imaginable (so far) this past month or two, and lost all inspiration to even do anything or create what I love so much—I have seen so much ugly in this world.
The older I get, the more I realise that the world is a cycle of pissing each other off and hurting each other, then we makeup and it just goes on and on and on and on…
The littlest things in this world that make us realise who we really are—how we argue, how we treat people who are in need, how we spend our money, and how much patience we can give—better yet, how easily we can give in to what we think is “easy” and “convenient”.
Often times, we live a lie because we don’t feel that it’s safe to reveal who we really are. We are frightened by the disapproval from friends and family.
We lie, we create a mess out of our own lives and of others—those we've hurt and pretend it's alright when we are dying of guilt.
“I’m okay” and “it’s fine is never really true". Ever.
When we get hurt, we hate, get mad and it makes us feel so unclean.
We are all the same. We are human beings—we are liars, we are broken, we are pretending to be okay because we all know that life is a battle we need to survive, because we want to protect ourselves from ourselves.
Sometimes I think I know a person…but when they slap you in the face with the reality of who they really are, I just don’t know anymore…