At first, it was so hard to attempt. But you told yourself:
“You’re going to meet many people with domineering personalities: the loud, the obnoxious, those that noisily stake their claims in your territory and everywhere else they set foot on. This is the blueprint of a predator. Predators prey on gentleness, peace, calmness, sweetness and any positivism that they sniff out as weakness. Anything that is happy and at peace they mistake for weakness. It’s not your job to change these people, but it’s your job to show them that your peace and gentleness do not equate to weakness.”
I have, always appeared to be fragile and delicate but the thing is, I am not fragile and I am not delicate. I am very gentle but I can show you that the gentle also possess a poison. I compare myself to silk. People mistaken about silk that they’re meant to be weak, but do you know a silk handkerchief can protect the wearer from a gunshot? There are many people who will want to befriend with you if you fit the description of what they think is weak; predators want to have friends that they can dominate over because that makes them feel strong and important. The truth is that predators have no strength and no courage. It is you who are strong, and it is you who has courage. I have lost many a friend over the fact that when they attempt to rip me, they can’t. They accuse me of being deceiving; I am not deceiving, I am just made of silk. It is they who are stupid and wrongly take gentleness and fairness for weakness.
Yes, restriction, ain’t my thing. But misunderstandings and rumours come out this way.
And there comes some other times, I told others that I don’t like to be restricted. I like freedom and all the while I’m finding freedom, to be free. I know that in general, people of the world typify a “free and wild” person as someone who’s uprooted, detached and uninhibited. But I don’t believe in that kind of freedom, and I’m not looking for that kind of freedom. I think that’s an infantile concept. Freedom means something when it has escaped something. Those people who escaped things— their inner cages, cages set by others around them— when those people are able to roam free and say, “This is who I am because this is who I choose to be”, That, is what freedom mean to me. Freedom isn’t being stupid; freedom is being so smart that you develop a strength strong enough to break free and become your own person. A better person than what your circumstances would like to define you as.
I, have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn’t have the time to sit around and talk about you. What’s important to me is not others’ opinions on me, but what’s important to me is my opinion of myself.
Either a catastrophe, a wench or a smart ass, I would just let you to decide which one to hang on me. Cause I’m an apathetic audience sitting around to look at you fool yourself up. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Don’t even care.