growth

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I try really hard to understand other people’s views but they all seem so fake. It’s like everyone is searching for something to make their lives more meaningful, more important, more “like-worthy”. When really the key to life is being in the moment. Learning to be present in time. Time is an illusion, after all. 

I guess I’ve just outgrown a lot of things, people, and places these past few years. I’m selective about what I tell to whom. Why? Because around here, nobody listens to hear you. They listen to repeat it. 

I’ve outgrown temporariness. I’ve outgrown having to have everyone like me for me to be happy. Just because I don’t vibe with you doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means we’re not each others cup of tea. I wish more people understood that. I really do. 

But nobody gets it. It’s crazy how being in introvert is so taboo. How being a home body automatically makes you boring or a “bitch” because you can’t muster up enough energy to interact with people 24/7. 

Since when did sticking to oneself and pushing towards your goals become such a bad thing? Since when did growing and outgrowing others become such an awful thing? When people say, “You’ve changed.” I just want to say “Good, and you haven’t?” Growth is so important and even if you leave someone behind, their foot printed memories remain forever. And that’s such an important part of life. 

I’ve outgrown forcing relationships and friendships. I’ve outgrown putting up a front just to please others. I’ve outgrown this paper town. I’ve outgrown being anything other than what I am right now.

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