I always waited for the day when the bitterness would drain out of my veins and I would become a whole person.
For the cover to be removed from my eyes, for the concrete to be poured out of my brain, to find a matching puzzle piece.
I always wanted to be whole. To be a complete picture. To be great. For the things I touched to turn to gold, an effortless thing, finesse in my fingertips.
I waited and waited and waited.
And then one day I woke up.
Waiting and wishing created endless cycles of self doubt and deprecation that were impossible to be free of, wounding me and severing my ties to reality so that time and time again I was left forcing myself to feel nothing.
I am not a being who deserves to wait.
I am not one who will sit by the side and watch and wait agonizingly while possibilities pass by.
New perspective and clarity can come with ease, and things can change so quickly.
All you need to do is open your eyes and realize that you are real. I could spit cliches all day, but that's what really is important. You are the one who is capable and adaptable. You are real.
