souls in jeopardy
Being poetic usually flows from a wellspring of pain. And i haven't been waxing lyrical much simply because my thoughts have been bright and cheery lately.
I have fewer and fewer darkened thoughts and intense emotions, my heart feels pretty light, i wake up thanking God everyday. The optimist lives up to her nature for once. I've been spending more time at home and i remember how Home used to beckon me with its sweet seductive smile. But i am for the most part an estranged lover. I'm impatient and wary of what my parents have to say to me the moment i return, i take their presence for granted all the time. But going home shouldn't feel this way, and its time i give in. Approaching 22 years old and i still struggle with rebellion. Sigh!
Everyone has weaknesses, but so often they not only grieve us, they hurt the people around as well. Our self-awarness causes us to carry our weaknesses under a cloak of insecurity, to guard our imperfections zealously and showcase only the best of ourselves. Vulnerability has became obsolete, genuineity has no market value. People who are truly comfortable with who they are, yet are humble enough to face their imperfections and ever-ready to change what is harmful in their characters - such individuals are few and far between. And i'm blessed to know two of this exclusive population - Strawberry Sister and Banana Sister. :)
Everyone has weaknesses, but so often they not only grieve us, they hurt the people around as well. Our self-awarness causes us to carry our weaknesses under a cloak of insecurity, to guard our imperfections zealously and showcase only the best of ourselves. Vulnerability has became obsolete, genuineity has no market value. People who are truly comfortable with who they are, yet are humble enough to face their imperfections and ever-ready to change what is harmful in their characters - such individuals are few and far between. And i'm blessed to know two of this exclusive population - Strawberry Sister and Banana Sister. :)
Singapore Idol judges urge the contestants to 'know how to sell yourself', to create an identity that can relate and captivate the masses. We nod and make a mental note to do the same, it makes such perfect sense doesn't it - but we often forget that we are not performers under the scrutiny of lights and cameras. Years later, is it any wonder that people are unable to understand or know you for who you really are? Everyone envies Barbies and Kens as they live in their plastic houses and ride in their plastic cars, but nobody wants to be their friends.
Maximise your strengths and conceal all imperfections? It seems that the variables of the equation may change, but the tragic formula is the same everywhere.
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