Welcome to my element, my zone, my world! I am a rather simple girl who likes to write eclectically. You are welcome to suggest topics and I will write about them. I do not write to offend people nor do I have preferences in my writing. I cover many topics without prejudice. I strongly believe in encouraging people for the better and hopefully, I can do that for you. Remember to "Smile The Widest When Life Tests You The Hardest." _Nephtalie
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Parallel
Surrounded by so many people couldn’t be any lonelier. People see the surface. The assumed the depth. Yet, they haven’t even begun to even shake the barrier.
Monday, July 1, 2019
Maybe I knew her.
It’s so easy for people to tell you about you. They know your likes, dislikes, and your personality. In reality, they have an idea of who you might be. The “you” that they know, is only a version of you. People are quick to point out that you’ve changed and that they don’t like it. Well, they don’t understand it. Some people don’t even try.
The “old” you. Who the hell is that? Oh, how they miss the “old” you! Sure! I miss the old me too. Whoever that was. But, she was a crucial part of the me that I am today. In fact, I’m not “new”. I’ve been hurt. I’ve mistrusted. I’ve loved. I’ve tried to hate. It wasn’t successful. I’ve been heartbroken. I’ve been happy. I have grown. I’ve adapted.
“You don’t look like your bubbly self today.” Umm, oké. Who the hell is she? I would love to meet her.
How do you know who I am? How did you come to the conclusion that your version is who I am supposed to be my whole life? Am I not allowed to have bad days? Am I not allowed to dress down? Everyday you see heels, I see sneakers. You see dress, I see jeans. I see make up, you see unnecessary glamour. Perhaps, the “me” you know is the one worn out. Weary.
It’s easier to go along with your adaptation or version of me because even if I were to really tell you or show who t am, you wouldn’t get it. You’re too used to the “old” me. You like her better. Quite frankly, you might see a glimpse of her now and then, but she’s not all there is to me.
The “old” you. Who the hell is that? Oh, how they miss the “old” you! Sure! I miss the old me too. Whoever that was. But, she was a crucial part of the me that I am today. In fact, I’m not “new”. I’ve been hurt. I’ve mistrusted. I’ve loved. I’ve tried to hate. It wasn’t successful. I’ve been heartbroken. I’ve been happy. I have grown. I’ve adapted.
“You don’t look like your bubbly self today.” Umm, oké. Who the hell is she? I would love to meet her.
How do you know who I am? How did you come to the conclusion that your version is who I am supposed to be my whole life? Am I not allowed to have bad days? Am I not allowed to dress down? Everyday you see heels, I see sneakers. You see dress, I see jeans. I see make up, you see unnecessary glamour. Perhaps, the “me” you know is the one worn out. Weary.
It’s easier to go along with your adaptation or version of me because even if I were to really tell you or show who t am, you wouldn’t get it. You’re too used to the “old” me. You like her better. Quite frankly, you might see a glimpse of her now and then, but she’s not all there is to me.
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