You aren’t a good person, an exceptional person, for telling the truth.
You aren’t an amazing soul, a hero, because you feed and fight for those in need.
You aren’t a better person for sacrificing yourself.
You aren’t a true soul, simply because you do the right thing when no one is looking.
You aren’t a horrible human being because you sought recognition for your work.
Someone asked me the other day, about who I was…and I used examples, and quotes, and pre-made labels…
But who am I?
I was told I was traditional…and it made me feel filthy. It made me feel like my point of view was obsolete, and humorous, because it doesn’t fit in with today’s ideologies. Ironic really, considering that being non-traditional is also a social construction. I now understand how religious people must feel in today’s world.
But I didn’t know what being that meant. I didn’t know what being me meant. I know me, right?
But somehow I never imagined, that truly being human, was a fairy tale. A social media post by some unknown author. A long-winded blog post by someone who knows too much, and never enough.
“A real man would cut off any female that threatens his relationship. A boy makes excuses.”“If someone really loves you, no matter how many people they meet, their feelings for you won’t change. A real lover can’t be stolen”
“Our friends have the greatest influence over our lives. They shape us, define us, and walk our paths hand in hand.”“If your lover has a problem with your friends, that person is not worth loving”“The person who loves you the most is the person who sees you beyond the good and the bad days. They see you outside of your circle of friends, outside of your family, outside of what the world deems you to be. The person who loves you the most, is the person that looks you in the eyes, holds out their hand, and promises to love you beyond comprehension.”“Love has been ruined by love poems, movies and songs. It has become a fairy tale, something that is fully unattainable so we must settle into what we can accept as love. It’s sad really…”
“It doesn’t matter, really, in the end. Flights of fancy, instant satisfaction, the newest thing, the improvements…none of it matters. It is material. It is left, untouched, in the closet. It’s a memory that fades. It’s forgetting a name. The only thing that matters in this world is who you are, and the impact you leave on the world around you.”
“True friends will always been there for you, and accept you for who you are.”“You can’t change people.”“People are selfish.”“We’ve moved away from being a culture of people who think about movies to one made up of people who believe that spouting a list of preferences is the same as registering an opinion”
I don’t think I’ll be reposting any more quotes. Somewhere along the way I lost a voice that once was strong enough to stand out on its own.
But I have one last question for you…
Who are you?