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Do you know why we are all the sad kids? 

We are hopeful but we put our hope in the wrong things,

Meaningless relationships,

Dying friendships,

Putting the pressure where there’s pain,

Loathing for materialism,

Sticking to the plan,

A perfect grade, a perfect life,

Running after unrealistic beauty standards,

And, looking for validation from the people who don’t even deserve to be anywhere near us.


We are purposeful but we have made it our purpose to run after perfectionism which makes us lose on the little things that are thoroughly capable of making us happy. We overlook the beauty of a glorious sunrise, a rousing cup of coffee, the joy of getting our favorite recipe right, the exhilaration of ceaseless learning, the elation of being around our favorite people, the pleasure of pampering ourselves, the merriment of a movie marathon night, and the chances life gives us to grow through our mistakes.


Yes, life gives us numerous chances to grow through our mistakes. Where are we even supposed to learn from if we are so uptight to be upright? There’s no smooth sailing when the road gets rocky and it is a long road. Let’s choose to forgive and accept our imperfect self on the way. When life itself is giving us a ground to make mistakes then what are we so petrified of? Why are we so busy fitting in when all we are required to do is make our way through life.



 

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