Tumbling Thoughts.

You know today, of all days, was very different. I don't know if it was good different or bad different but it definitely was different and there was just something about today that makes me want to write about it.

Hello there, the Earthian here.

There is an endless potential to get hurt out there in the "real" world, there are endless people who are ready to tell me that this world and this life is not fair and that I should probably just take it for whatever it is. These are also the people who call me immature for me trying to fight this. Because not only are they convinced that this is a fight I can't win, they want to so badly let me know and make me understand that this is a fight that I can't win, ever, and the sooner I come to peace with that, the better it is for me and my health, physical, mental, psychological and whatnot. But little do they know that its not losing that's bothering me. Its the very fact that people tell me to be okay with it. I'm okay with getting hurt and I'm okay with being at the receiving end of a truckload of beat-down. What I am not, however, okay with is giving up. Giving up on my morals, giving up on my belief system, giving up on my thoughts, the very thoughts that make me who I am and most importantly, giving up on myself. I'm not okay with selling myself short and I am not okay with not even trying to be who I am.

It maybe a losing fight. But it's my fight. Only mine. I'm not asking anyone to jump with me on my band wagon. I'll go solo. I'll get far or I'll get nowhere but I'll go. Because I have to. For me.

Lots of love, peace.