Can you feel the pressure belting down on your shoulders? Can you imagine the anguish you're actually inflicting on your health by embracing such thoughts? No, I didn't think you would, why? because you like suffering, you like the torment. You activity seek it out, enjoy it somehow and sadly it's all you know and to no such end do you change, when ironically, change is all you want.
Under the pressure is merely a security blanket, a self pity party for one who's mind is shattered, disconnected from reality, lost in translation and even blind to the happiness life has to offer.
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I spoke to a friend recently about the bubble we've been submerged into, the ironically comforting bubble where we don't speak nor understand the language, we know no one amidst all the people yet the quietness and isolation is charming, being trapped and alone is possibility the best practice for us poor souls, us kindred spirits battled with the harshness of reality and now we've escaped it : people's emotional baggage isn't heard, they're stories are pure noise and for once we can be alone with our thoughts, not begrudged by other voices heard on the streets.
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I find it funny how something so small can impact you're life or more accurately how something so incredibly insignificant now, can pull you back towards towards past.
Maybe just maybe I thought this was all glitter, a new city to explore a new circle of friends to find, even a change in my step but this week I've noticed all that glitters ain't gold - the harshness of reality bites you sometimes regardless of the circumstances around you and at a terrible time too, yet knowing the timing you should face it with is hard for if you're not careful simple pleasures pass you by with a sideline glance if you're not careful.
Masked comforts do change you, they push you for the better, they challenge you like never before and it's activity up to you what you want to achieve, but sometimes it's still hard to accept yourself as someone, you don't desire.
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