“Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.”
We always talk about finding ourselves but at what age did we lose ourselves? At what age did we forget how to be alone? How old were we when we learned that the way we look is most important? When did we start using other people to make us happy? When did we learn “how are you?” followed by the typical response? When did we start to question ourselves, wondering if we are a good person or not. When did our love for ourselves become not enough? At what age did we lose ourselves? At what age did we forget to question things? At what age did our moral compass leave us lost and confused? When did we forget honesty? When did ego come first? We have to be prettier, happier, stronger, better. We need each other to survive, to feel, to need. When did we stop trusting the advice from our conscience? We don’t want to be a kid again because we want to play forever, we want to be a kid again because it was easier to be our self. It was easier to look in the mirror and accept what was looking back at us.
“We can’t be afraid of change. You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea. Holding onto something that is good for you now, may be the very reason why you don’t have something better.”