And thus, this first post will be dearly hated by my clumsy self. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even sure on which language did I want to write. I'm still not sure, to tell the truth.
Well, I guess sometimes we just have to do it. Go ahead, embrace my little self and convince my heart and mind that we can do it if we are in this together. But, to be completely honest with you and myself, most of the time I have no idea if I am right. Nor if the reasons I proclaim as my motives, are the real roots of my reasoning.
You see, people tend to think I have it all together. That I am going to be successful. But as objective as I try to be, I don't see it that way. Actually, most of the time I feel like an empty canvas, just as plain as anyone else. Haven't really achieved anything worth telling. At least in my silly opinion. And yet, it feels like I am supposed reach greatness. And I guess this is what scares me the most. You know, that "not living up to people's expectations" or mine. And it doesn't matter if it is my grandfather's perception, or a friend's desire.
And why yes, it is stupid. Those are not real, just thoughts right? And yet we all feel compromised to take them into account, because I guess they taught us that the people who love us want the best for us, and somehow it is logical to follow their advice.
But there lays reality, and it is that what others might think it is our capacity or future, is nothing but a plain suggestion, product of a creative mind just like yours. So I guess we shouldn't feel pressure over other people's suggestions. In the end, only what we actually do is real. And thus, what we decide worth of our time and effort, will be the ultimate value to define us, rather than just the results of plan A or B.
But there is still something scary about beginnings, that makes us think twice before attempting social suicide. Because fear is the unknown's offspring. That is how you know that something different is approaching you, that you might be changing your route's direction... because starts can and at times will be dreadful. But then again, the best stories start like that.
Well, I guess sometimes we just have to do it. Go ahead, embrace my little self and convince my heart and mind that we can do it if we are in this together. But, to be completely honest with you and myself, most of the time I have no idea if I am right. Nor if the reasons I proclaim as my motives, are the real roots of my reasoning.
You see, people tend to think I have it all together. That I am going to be successful. But as objective as I try to be, I don't see it that way. Actually, most of the time I feel like an empty canvas, just as plain as anyone else. Haven't really achieved anything worth telling. At least in my silly opinion. And yet, it feels like I am supposed reach greatness. And I guess this is what scares me the most. You know, that "not living up to people's expectations" or mine. And it doesn't matter if it is my grandfather's perception, or a friend's desire.
And why yes, it is stupid. Those are not real, just thoughts right? And yet we all feel compromised to take them into account, because I guess they taught us that the people who love us want the best for us, and somehow it is logical to follow their advice.
But there lays reality, and it is that what others might think it is our capacity or future, is nothing but a plain suggestion, product of a creative mind just like yours. So I guess we shouldn't feel pressure over other people's suggestions. In the end, only what we actually do is real. And thus, what we decide worth of our time and effort, will be the ultimate value to define us, rather than just the results of plan A or B.
But there is still something scary about beginnings, that makes us think twice before attempting social suicide. Because fear is the unknown's offspring. That is how you know that something different is approaching you, that you might be changing your route's direction... because starts can and at times will be dreadful. But then again, the best stories start like that.