Hush the noise

You wake up in the morning, squint your eyes and propel your body off from the soft cushioned mattress and sluggishly drag your feet towards the bathroom.

You then, grab your toothbrush and add a gentle blob of tooth-paste, only to carelessly drain most of it away due to the rushing stream of water from the tap.

You take a quick glance at yourself and perform the same repetitive commotion and get ready to leave your home and welcome your daily rituals.

NOTICE SOMETHING?

Notice how everything is in motion, a perpetual state of frenzied transformation.

But you don’t.

You only focus on what others tell that should matter to you.

Have you really perceived yourself through your vision and not give a single hoot about the people around you?

Why are you always in a dis-shelved hurry, but still never on time for anything?

When was the last time that you interposed between yourself and your life and uttered, “Hey, you’re doing great. You look like you could use some love. I respect you because of your mistakes.”

Enunciate these words with me:

I am the GREATEST human that has ever set foot on this planet.

Loud and clear.

I am the GREATEST human that has ever set foot on this planet.

Louder.

I AM THE GREATEST HUMAN THAT HAS EVER SET FOOT ON THIS PLANET.

This might sound extremely naive and completely-out-of-my-mind-insane, but just stay with me here.

This post stands no where as a worthy opponent for a Pinterest/Tumblr article.

This is what you need right now, right about almost every damn time.

We never seem to take care of ourselves with the same, if not more, amount of intensity as we would be ready to shower it to someone else.

We are so difficult with ourselves. Almost all the time. It is not a piece of cake for us to accept positivism and decline toxicity.

Now this does not equate to not being a realist and being overtly optimistic.

No.

No.

NO.

We are scared. Scared of our indecision. Insecurities. Vulnerabilities. Discomfort. Ourselves.

We seem to reside in delusional happiness deep inside, but hopelessly venture outside trying to find the key to this lock which doesn’t even belong to it in the first place.

We look around for acceptance and when someone breaks your heart, it translates to self-loathing to another level.

“Oh Oh, but what terrifies me most about people is that they could be complete monsters and not show it. What if someone I know is like that on the inside, and just knows how to hide it?”

To that thought I say, So what?

Why do we have to be afraid? There are no mistakes, just happy accidents.

It’s hard to kiss the ring of expectations for so long and then drop it.

Nonetheless, it’s important to learn so that your priorities do not stall, recognize these as learning approaches and not facts, and think of those approaches as tools towards addressing new ideas.

Meaning is a jumper that you have to knit yourself.

After all, you’re not just a mistake-birther. You are more than that. Embrace it.