Sometimes Looking At My Drafts Amazes Me. I Mean My Drafts Probably Know Me More Than Someone Will Ever

Sometimes looking at my drafts amazes me. I mean my drafts probably know me more than someone will ever do. They contain the unfiltered, unrefined parts of me, which are meant only for me to look at. More specifically, those are not the words I don't find suitable to post but are the window to my soul, which is better inaccessible.

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It sounds ironic, but the moment you stop filtering everything you say and do and stay true to yourself instead of trying to fit in and make people like you, you'll see such a shift in your social life. On the one hand you'll see who you clash with, and on the other hand you'll see that people are more likely to approach you because they see how genuine you are, which makes it easier for them to know if they want to be friends with you (or not). The scariest part of being who you are is finding out who won't like you for it, but the best part is finding genuine friendships with people who like you for you, and that's so worth it.

Sometimes,

the life I live in my words,

feels safer than my own.

Sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves is a little bit of understanding. The world is too judgemental and the least we can do for ourselves is to be a little easier on us. Let's understand that every days ends with a different rate of productivity, and altogether different vibe. It is too difficult to be perfect in such a competitive world each day. Let us rather try best to feel perfect, with what we managed to do, at the end of the day. Even if it was merely breathing. Because the place we live in, even simply living through the day constitutes success.

Argue with me over the beauty of old pictures. I find nothing more beautiful than those still evidences of moments, that hold so much story behind. They don't just capture scenes, but also the warmth the hearts held while someone smiled huge at the camera. The fact that when you look at them now, you feel the same emotions you did while those pictures were captured. Like a virtual time travel, that needs no complicated technology.

Who do I miss?

A person, place, hobby or environment? Or do I miss those shades of me, that I could never achieve. The traits I always wanted to inculcate, but my inner self always remained immune to. The traits that I still aspire to have, but I know my heart and mind will never align to accept and be the person that I find ideal. I will always be a crooked version of my imagination of myself. I miss the person I longed to be. I miss the person I'd never be.

Do I hate myself for what I turned out to be? No. None of us do.