In my 19 years of existence I've come across an awful number of people who find me "out of touch with my emotions" some have gone as far as call me slightly heartless and I admit, its a little uncalled for. They don't know my story, they are observing from the outside and I can't blame them.
For me, its always been about the lessons that I didn't sit down over cup of latte with my mother that shape me. If anything, I find myself daring when it comes to how carry myself out...mentally and emotionally.
My mother never taught me how to love nor forgive, I figured it out along the path of existence. I mumble things, stumble here and there when it comes to matters of forgiveness and love and frankly, I'm doing relatively well. I tuck in whatever I don't wanna feel and throw tantrums whenever I need to express em.
No amount of education nor money could ever equip one [me] for these encounters. When I chose to be independent, I decided how I want to react and interact with such emotions and I find it utterly disrespectful for people to question my state of loving on the bases of how I want to display my lessons.
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