I wish I could study. <I can I just make up excuses>
I wish I could draw. <I can I just am too afraid to show it>
I wish I could dance. <I can I am just too shy to go>
There is so much I can do but I stop myself from doing over fear of being judge. But the truth is: I am the only person judging me.
There’s some little aspects about myself that I am not quite sure about how they are configured. Are they a trace of being what is medically called ‘’being crazy’’ or are they just what we should all call ‘’having a different brain function’’?
It is so hard to talk to people about it because I guess society is still working on the top of older parameters of judging and thinking. On my point of view, maybe we are all this time calling people “weird”, “crazy” or “mental” but in the end they are just bright and manage to see things on a different way.
Think about how many myths around the functionality of our brain we are currently still spreading. For example, we don`t use only 10% of the brain, we also don’t have any evidence of the existence of right-brained or left-brained people.
My point is: We are probably excluding some people from society based on how their thinking process is when they are probably very useful and might be able to do and see what is missing on this world.
"My soul is the mirror of the universe, and my body is its frame."
-Voltaire; Micromegas
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Hard to consider a certain level of personal growth and improvement when you can't get over something simple as an affair. We do everything so fast, we get to know each other, we send everyday text messages, we fall in love, kiss, have fights, get apart, get back together, get apart again and one day end up not talking to each other ever again. However we miss each other, whisper a name, a word, a feeling, but we are too proud to send a message, to proud to say how much we miss each other and then we let it die but it is never actually dead, somewhere inside you can still feel it and some times you wonder about how could it be if it ever worked out.
You will never know because you don't want to try to go after the person, you don't want to risk yourself, to hear a 'no', to get a cold message, you don't want to hurt yourself and your memories, you rather let it be the way it is.
"It is better this way."
But it is not. It is just safer. You don't want to be rejected by that person you care so much about. That person you have so many warm dreams about and get lost on thoughts imagining a perfect life together. You don't wanna risk all of that.
You just let it die.
What have you been doing all this time? Did you learn anything new? Did you try anything new? Did you live or survived?
Maybe we should all really try harder -not on the emotional meaning of course-- but on the physical and rational way, go for it, try it, risk it.
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