You don't realize how precious life is, until you almost lose it, and it is not until far after the moment when you understand how close you came to only existing as the occasional thought upon someone's mind. Eventually fading, for you never had the chance to live your life in a way that would be of significance to anyone if you are being completely honest.
Darkness can seem as though it stretches down a midnight dirt road in which there is no dawn- no stars- covered etchings with only the misty outlines of the trees that envelop in unfamiliar territory, as you travel with caution praying you don't wreck, and wondering when the madness will end. Madness is deafening. A freight train that carries people away. I have lost too many, including myself to this temporary typhoon of twisted words, and deceptive thought. The worst part is that is so simple to be fooled by the ones you care for most, or in your closest proximity, as they slip further beneath the surface.
We become so consumed in our own lives, that we forget about those around us. Not even our closest friends, but simply the people we see in passing, each and every day. The ones who put a smile on, or say they are fine. We judge their quirks, but we think nothing more of it. We remain in our realms of comfort because we become so afraid of rocking the boat, or stepping away from our social conformity, and societal standards. College- the real world. It is as if we chose to never grow up; as we consciously turn a blind eye from the people around us who are different because we want to be comfortable, when that is not what we are called to do.
People are aching under the seams, but will never mention it because they feel their best is already so ill, and God forbid anyone knew of the weaknesses or struggles we all carry but will never admit. The baggage that is meant to be shared, or ultimately given to The One greater than any of us. Depression, self harm, eating disorders, alcohol, suppression, anxiety- are but mere labels of stigma that cover the bigger picture of beautiful people who hold amazing stories of strength, mountains that are being climbed, fought and overcome. You are a warrior- and asking for help or reaching out does not make you weak. It does not make you an attention seeker or petty. We are strong in understanding our weaknesses, and building from them- growing. Understanding that we cannot go the road alone- and we do not have to.
Darkness has no power when it released. You take away its' power when you open your mouth- the door- and place it into the light. Growing a little weaker, and smaller. Less potent. It is not easy- and it requires work- but we are warriors. None of us have to wear masks anymore- and that is a refreshing thing.
Darkness can seem as though it stretches down a midnight dirt road in which there is no dawn- no stars- covered etchings with only the misty outlines of the trees that envelop in unfamiliar territory, as you travel with caution praying you don't wreck, and wondering when the madness will end. Madness is deafening. A freight train that carries people away. I have lost too many, including myself to this temporary typhoon of twisted words, and deceptive thought. The worst part is that is so simple to be fooled by the ones you care for most, or in your closest proximity, as they slip further beneath the surface.
We become so consumed in our own lives, that we forget about those around us. Not even our closest friends, but simply the people we see in passing, each and every day. The ones who put a smile on, or say they are fine. We judge their quirks, but we think nothing more of it. We remain in our realms of comfort because we become so afraid of rocking the boat, or stepping away from our social conformity, and societal standards. College- the real world. It is as if we chose to never grow up; as we consciously turn a blind eye from the people around us who are different because we want to be comfortable, when that is not what we are called to do.
People are aching under the seams, but will never mention it because they feel their best is already so ill, and God forbid anyone knew of the weaknesses or struggles we all carry but will never admit. The baggage that is meant to be shared, or ultimately given to The One greater than any of us. Depression, self harm, eating disorders, alcohol, suppression, anxiety- are but mere labels of stigma that cover the bigger picture of beautiful people who hold amazing stories of strength, mountains that are being climbed, fought and overcome. You are a warrior- and asking for help or reaching out does not make you weak. It does not make you an attention seeker or petty. We are strong in understanding our weaknesses, and building from them- growing. Understanding that we cannot go the road alone- and we do not have to.
Darkness has no power when it released. You take away its' power when you open your mouth- the door- and place it into the light. Growing a little weaker, and smaller. Less potent. It is not easy- and it requires work- but we are warriors. None of us have to wear masks anymore- and that is a refreshing thing.
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