Feeble little boy, I am. Surrounded by much greatness.. When is self-belief appropriate, and when do I believe I’m merely a seed in comparison? The path is paved with people who know their way around the laws and regulations, as well as the self-confidence and the appropriate actions necessary. No one really likes the feeble little boy who struggles a lot, right? Who doesn’t know, who doesn’t get the act right.. Who voices out his deepest darkest complaints as though they were words from the pit of hell.
Where am I meant for?
When do I let go? What does letting go mean?
I’m sorry… I’m really sorry. I apologize if I can’t be what I would like to be. My lifetime lasts but a second, and none understands.. They choose to judge and put all the weight on your shoulders. This is your life. You’ve got to live it and you’re on your own. They say.
There’s no room for the deepest and darkest complaints and the seemingly unnecessary.
Is anybody out there? Please help me be… Please help me when I can no longer help myself – both with the inability, the incapacity and the lack of will.
Whoa… It’s Christmas Day. Why all this craziness? You’re setting yourself up for failure!
No.. Wait, am I?
I… Can’t help but keep looking down. 😦 I can’t look at life straight in the eye when I’m like this – so fragile, so weak. Jumping from fences of disbelief and belief. Getting all of it wrong. Why can’t I just do this? I need something different! I need real, burning passion..