I feel like I’ve written this before, but seeing as this is my small corner of the Internet, I am going to just write about it again until I get it off my chest and a little more organized in my mind.
I just feel so… I really don’t know.
Like I want to scream off a roof top. Like I want to understand exactly why the world is the way it is.
Life is so good. And I’ve felt so so great lately, but I need to be honest. There’s always a small part of me that just wants people to be real.
Day in and day out I see people struggling to fulfill this image they think they’ve created for themselves. Or I see people placing their worth in painful places.
And I’m guilty of this too.
Sometimes my energy is low and I want to be quiet and small, but I know how beautiful and colorful and vibrant life is so I focus on that so hard until my spirits lift.
Yet, at the end of the day, I remember how small I wanted to feel.
And I acknowledge this. I pay it my respects, and I move on.
But I know how hard this can be sometimes and I know that people choose to become hard instead. It’s too easy to succumb to what’s easy and painful.
But I want someone to just see the value in cutting through the bullshit.
I want to talk about how the world can be both a dark and bright places and what we can do to introduce some light.
I want to see someone light up with passion when they talk.
I want to listen and I want to be heard.
I want people to know that I care, so deeply, about practically everything.
I even understand the naivety of this. But I’m a reckless optimist. And I deeply believe that people are inherently good.
I want someone to rejoice in this with me! And I also want someone to be real with me.
And it’s tough, because I know that’s not something that can be forced. But I want it so bad, you feel me?
I don’t want to be in bed right now. I want to be having a phenomenal conversation.
And also for this headache to go away.
But mostly conversation.
Okay. Rambling over.