Fifty-Fifty.

I guess, if we open our minds just a tiny bit, not too much, just the smallest of amounts, we'd find ourselves enjoying a lot more than we would otherwise. I mean, sure, if we meet people who resonate with us, its pretty much guaranteed that we'd have a great time, but even if we don't. its not the worst thing in the world.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

Sometimes, we just don't realize how much we let ourselves down. Again, I can't speak for everyone, but there are those of us who just like talking ourselves down, there are those of us who just shut ourselves off because we don't think we are good enough, we won't either, ever. No matter what the situation is, no matter how kind we are and how honest we are, no matter how much we've accomplished, confidence is something that just doesn't illuminate us, ever. We cast our shadows on ourselves, and we live like the only thing we deserve is misery. We, for some reason, believe anything positive is something we don't actually deserve, even if we've earned it in every way plausible and there really isn't any cure for us. The walls we've built for ourselves are so high that jumping over them has a fifty-fifty chance of being fatal. But me, personally, would risk it. Fifty fifty is better than the odds I've had most of my life. Fifty-fifty is good.

Love, peace.