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Maybe It’s Time To Give Self-love a Try
After all, all we’ve got is us.
There are many things I don’t write about because I do not want to be ‘that guy.’
The archetype looks better. It’s easy. Besides, it’s expected. So I hide all my shapes, curves, and edges.
But that’s just what it is — for appearance. Society is powerful. We just do not understand how powerful. In today’s age, it takes courage and strength to be oneself.
So maybe my medium doesn’t need to be for the optics only. But for the writer also. And maybe you don’t need to understand what the heck you’re reading. Remember, it’s for the writer also.
Feelings are explosives. If left unexpressed. Loneliness is the cancer of the soul. And bitterness; the rottenness of the heart.
I’m the guy who lives for everyone else but himself. The guy, who cries himself to bed every night but steps out each morning with a smile whilst being there for others.
What a relief it is to say that out. I mean, write that out!
As an INFJ and HSP, I learned this world wasn’t built for me. I don’t fit. I feel too much. And care too much. The curse of the feelers and empaths. And on top of it all, I’m 31 and behind.
