As kids, we grew up believing in fairy tales. That we’re all secret princesses or princes waiting for our happily ever after. Well, that was how it was with me. I remember waiting for the moment my fairy godmother would pop out of nowhere, tell me I’m a princess of some far away kingdom and take me away, never to return.
But, of course, that moment never came. I’ve lived in this fantasy world for a while because society was plain cruel.
You know, I was born differently and so people around me made it their reason to point out that I was different. Making friends wasn’t easy. I grew insecure. I’ve always been insecure. I made bad decisions. I’ve always tried too hard to be friends with everyone because I wanted to fit in.
I know how it felt to be left out, so I promised myself I will never make anyone feel that way. But I guess, people will always interpret your actions in a different way. I was always the odd one out. It was too difficult to explain to anyone what I’m going through because it’s not something I have entirely accepted myself. My friends see me as a strong, optimistic individual. But what other choice do I have?
To live in a world where everyone tries to pull everybody down. Where the prettier ones laugh at their less good-looking counterparts. Where being fat is like a sin. Wherein there will always be something wrong with whatever you do or wear or say.
To live in a world like this, I’m sorry to say, I can’t blame those who took their own lives. It was easier to suffer a moment of physical pain and just end everything right there than to endure an emotional and mental one for a long time.
But if I didn’t remind myself every waking day that I am of value and worth, if I didn’t look forward to reaching all my dreams and ambitions, I would have been long gone by now.
I’m saying all of this because everyone’s going through something we know nothing about.
We’re all suffering our own battles. Battles we’ve fought since we were kids or as adults. Battles at home. Battles at school or in the workplace. Battles with our family and friends. Battles with our emotions. And the most difficult battle of all.. battles with our own damn selves.
We’re all victims in the same way that we’re also offenders. We’re humans. We’re not perfect and we’ll never be.
But if we have a chance to change the world, let’s start in our own little ways.
Reach out. Listen as much as you speak. Appreciate. Share your talents. Be kind. Apologize. Forgive. Move forward. Smile. Go after your dreams. Love and love and always share your sunshine!