i’m hardly perfect but at least i try.or fail terribly so in trying.
comfort can be both a friend and a foe.many a times we show a side not regularly seen when we are in our comfort zone, yet one must question why is this so. It seems as though we’ve created this facade and persona for people to fall in love with only for them to be terribly shocked when they find out the truth. Yet i can’t help question, why is it so hard to show who we are. maybe it’s because we are afraid, afraid that people may not like what they see. or maybe it lies somewhere deep in the recesses of our minds,that for once we embrace the fact that maybe we dont like we are either. still recognising the truth or the problem (some may argue otherwise) is the first step i reckon to understanding yourself.something that well is terribly important in life (at least to me anyway).oh well.
