awareness

IMG_20170104_220632A big part of growing up is admitting that you fucked up. It does not matter what or when but you need to understand that you do make mistakes sometimes even though you don’t see them right away. Sometimes, bad things might happen to you and that’s independent of what you want or what your plans are and it’s simply because the Universe does not like you at that point, or maybe it’s karma, we’ll never know. However, injustices are everywhere and you will hit the pavement in spite of all your efforts and your good behavior but this is not the root of all your bad experiences.

It is crucial to have a conversation with yourself. You have to ask yourself why you do the things that you do and why you sometimes can’t control some aspects of your behavior. You need to understand yourself in order to help yourself grow. Why do you have toxic relationships or toxic friendships, why do you feel the need to pour your heart out to strangers, why are you unable to take no for an answer (even if you say that you do), why do you lack ambition in some aspects of your life and have too much in others, why do you make abuse of some things. These are all questions that lead you to answers that you may not like, but you have to accept who you are right now and go from there.

Now, once you have reached this point you have made quite a big step and you need to reeducate yourself on some things, in some directions.

I just look at myself the way I look at a child. I imagine that I am 10 years old right now and I have to emotionally raise myself. And I take care of myself just like a mother does with her daughter. I metaphorically slap my own hand and say `no` when I am about to make a mistake and take a step back to breathe. I have so much to learn about myself and so do you…you just have to admit it.

Be your own mother, be your own father, be your own teacher and be your own best friend, so that you can do this for someone else as well in the future.

 

Self love the most real love.

this

UWO6HLu         honey, none of the substances you fill your body with will make any difference. the images in your head must be pretty fucking blurry but the lenses have some stains on them right now. oh, but don`t worry now.

you don`t have to be broke to get broke

you don`t have to be insane to get mad

you don`t have to be alive to feel alive

you don`t have to be in love to get loved

you don`t have to be in pain to get hurt

you don`t have to be upset to feel despair

this is the end of

this

 

 

power

 

As I slowly open my eyes in the darkness of your mind the mere thought of having to face the depths of your conscience makes my bones shiver. I often wonder who or what is responsible for the crowded web that is eating you alive but I realize, while softly pulling myself back to reality, that none of the attempts the claws of mind made in order to have you open your heart had any power over you. It is fine by me, I don’t mind taking part in this almost human show you put up for everyone to enjoy, I am just confused and intrigued by your soberness during this.

The pressure over my chest will soon go away but you remain the same shitty person that I know you know you are.