Breathe

The moments where we are at our lowest are our strongest. They prove how strong we can be.  It’s easy to be strong when thing seem dismal and people support you anyway. It’s another to be strong even when things aren’t going your way and everything seems to be going wrong and no one even notices. So take those moments when thing seem horrid, where you’re not sure you even have the strength to stand and keep going. The victories made alone, where no one even knows they happen, show just how strong a person can be, so don’t fear those moments. Hold you head high and get out of bed when everything tells you to stay. Get up when everyone tells you that you’ll fall, when they don’t even notice you fell. Even if your legs shake and you fall again, get up, because you’re making a great success. No, it won’t make the front page or be on the news, but who said the greatest triumphs were shown there anyway?

There are times I just want to break and scream like I’m a toddler having a temper tantrum, to just scream my lungs out at all the world’s injustices and not care for once in my life how it looked. I want to scream until my throat is hoarse and know that for once in my life people heard what I thought loud and clear.

For some reason, I think the world would be a better place if people could do this and not be committed to a psych ward. I think there would be less animosity in the world, less fear of telling people exactly how they feel because it’d be out in the open. There’d be no wondering where you stood with people, you’d  know clear as day whether they were mad, whether they liked you.

But, that’s exactly what we’re scared of. We worry about what people think of us and if we told them exactly how we felt about them, we’d lose the trump card. We’re scared if we lash out that we may lose favor, seem unseemly, be labeled because we aren’t perfect. So, we all keep secrets and let them eat us up from the inside, just so we have some power of how people see us.