I honestly think that I did not believe in love. I mean all my life I was fed the Cinderella, glass slipper story, the Kissed by the prince and wake up Snow White saga, the wish upon a star and all your dreams will come true mumbo jumbo, and I guess it just started to sound like a load of donkey dung. I had trials growing up. In fact, I did not like my childhood so much. As I grew older, I became more cynical. BUT, one day, and I am not sure when this happened, I donned a pair of rose colored glasses and decided that I just did not believe in love, but there was still beauty in everything. DENIAL.
I continue to take the glasses off, put them back on, toss them aside, and so forth, these show-only-the-bright-side-of-everything-specs. I don't want to take them off. They camouflage all the stuff I do not want to deal with at the moment, which is a lot.
I think about all the talk about sharing the wealth and spreading out the debt, and I think, why all the debate, why can't we just take care of our fellow man? Maybe no one really believes in love. In humanity. In the need to be better. All I know is that I cannot change who I am. I am not my mother. I cannot be disconnected or distant. I have to love as I see fit. I have to share all of me. Even if I know it will end soon.
I continue to take the glasses off, put them back on, toss them aside, and so forth, these show-only-the-bright-side-of-everything-specs. I don't want to take them off. They camouflage all the stuff I do not want to deal with at the moment, which is a lot.
I think about all the talk about sharing the wealth and spreading out the debt, and I think, why all the debate, why can't we just take care of our fellow man? Maybe no one really believes in love. In humanity. In the need to be better. All I know is that I cannot change who I am. I am not my mother. I cannot be disconnected or distant. I have to love as I see fit. I have to share all of me. Even if I know it will end soon.
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