Its one of those moments. One of those moments when you're caught up. Caught up in a mixture of happy-sad emotions. Happy, cos the goal was achieved. Sad cos you contributed nothing to it. At all. You just want to curl up into a ball and cry till you eyes dry out. I blame it on the confusion. Do they actually like you or is it a façade? Another confusion. Curling up and crying in the midst all this confusion, your mask comes off. They get to know your just a whiny, jealous person. But that's not the real you. Its just another layer of the mask. Another layer that gets peeled off. Just like that.
What is the real you? Beneath all of that plastic? Do you know?
This may just be the confusion talking... but I don't think I know even 50% of who I really am. I'd like to think, this concept of 'knowing oneself' is basically moot. That's because there really is no 'ME'. There's just a string of events. Of situations. And every different situation brings out a different 'ME'
So don't judge people just by how they react to one situation. They say 'You're only as good as your last failure'. I refuse to believe in lasts, cos everyday is a new one.
Those who don't like you don't know what they're missing out on. ;)
What is the real you? Beneath all of that plastic? Do you know?
This may just be the confusion talking... but I don't think I know even 50% of who I really am. I'd like to think, this concept of 'knowing oneself' is basically moot. That's because there really is no 'ME'. There's just a string of events. Of situations. And every different situation brings out a different 'ME'
So don't judge people just by how they react to one situation. They say 'You're only as good as your last failure'. I refuse to believe in lasts, cos everyday is a new one.
Those who don't like you don't know what they're missing out on. ;)
"As I look the other way, I still try to find my place"p.s- Everything written above is angry rambling. Now, that I'm more composed, I've read it again, and I still choose to post it. I really don't know why. JUST.
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