Deconstructing You
Sometimes, I pause and drift away and just start thinking and soon enough I begin to believe that I am far more complicated, unique and weird than I am actually are and I take an inordinate solace in thinking that there are people who actually understand and appreciate my complexity and uniqueness in character.
Since the very beginning we always been told, in fact countless times, that each of us is a unique individual and seemingly, it’s a satisfactory resolution to our very own doubts and insecurities about ourselves. We are bombarded with images of commercialism from the day we are born and instilling expectations of who we are and what we are going to be, even when we are still inside the womb. For generation and generation we undergo this process dedicated on figuring out how to fit in by standing out. Most of the time we find it difficult and sometimes we wonder if this is just a dream, figuring out our own uniqueness and not merely a substitute for living a real life. The good and bad things about this tale is the fact that sometime in our lives, we must accept and support our uniqueness, no matter how strange, awkward or weird that quality may be. Maybe, it is in our strength that we do not flinch away from this aspect of our personalities. But somehow we turn bizarre behavior into the stuff of adorable idiosyncrasy and create this character without compromising our identity, as a complex and sometimes unlikable person. We often fantasize and dream of being confident, comfortable and fearless but somehow we cannot bring this to happen in real life. Soon enough we quickly discover that the most difficult obstacle we face are those we create… ourselves! This is more often to be the case in real life. We sometimes create identity contradictory to our own true emotions to elevate ourselves. Often adding different dimensions that sometimes we may not even understand but we recognized it as our own.
The amount of my creativity and obliviousness to my surroundings sometime render my reality somewhat a dream but often a nightmare. While making my real world painfully real but most often times I overcompensate it in my dream world which most of it are born out of half-truths, hopes and a realized worst fears. This connection sometime operates on a childlike level of simplicity and complicity and I often misrepresented as misunderstood geniuses. Meanwhile, my elusive true self keep wandering around, still looking inside hoping that people accept my complexity, weirdness and uniqueness.
Since the very beginning we always been told, in fact countless times, that each of us is a unique individual and seemingly, it’s a satisfactory resolution to our very own doubts and insecurities about ourselves. We are bombarded with images of commercialism from the day we are born and instilling expectations of who we are and what we are going to be, even when we are still inside the womb. For generation and generation we undergo this process dedicated on figuring out how to fit in by standing out. Most of the time we find it difficult and sometimes we wonder if this is just a dream, figuring out our own uniqueness and not merely a substitute for living a real life. The good and bad things about this tale is the fact that sometime in our lives, we must accept and support our uniqueness, no matter how strange, awkward or weird that quality may be. Maybe, it is in our strength that we do not flinch away from this aspect of our personalities. But somehow we turn bizarre behavior into the stuff of adorable idiosyncrasy and create this character without compromising our identity, as a complex and sometimes unlikable person. We often fantasize and dream of being confident, comfortable and fearless but somehow we cannot bring this to happen in real life. Soon enough we quickly discover that the most difficult obstacle we face are those we create… ourselves! This is more often to be the case in real life. We sometimes create identity contradictory to our own true emotions to elevate ourselves. Often adding different dimensions that sometimes we may not even understand but we recognized it as our own.
The amount of my creativity and obliviousness to my surroundings sometime render my reality somewhat a dream but often a nightmare. While making my real world painfully real but most often times I overcompensate it in my dream world which most of it are born out of half-truths, hopes and a realized worst fears. This connection sometime operates on a childlike level of simplicity and complicity and I often misrepresented as misunderstood geniuses. Meanwhile, my elusive true self keep wandering around, still looking inside hoping that people accept my complexity, weirdness and uniqueness.
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wtf???
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