Grow out of it.
This incontestable truth hangs on the collar of your black shirt. Grow out of the truth that you need change. It is a complete change that you must see fit after this point. Just grow out of it as everything comes easy to you. Your tearful childhood is waving from afar, from further than where you so comfortably are. The stone-cold truth is that a flower can be poisoned from its root sometimes. Its soil, the ground it stands up can be the earthquake to its existence. So may it be, a flower can never pull its roots to another pot to water the bad away and blossom through the damage. Realize the power you hold within and grow the way you like, not the one they choose. Grow out of it already, your time is passing and you keep nodding and rotting away. You did have the world in front of your feet and now it is just the barriers you built to stay as that broken child. Further is terrifying but so is to stand still in the midst of all this beauty and not see. All the sunshine you took inbetween breaks of your life cannot be luminous enough to fight your dark. It is consuming and it is so subtly forcing its acceptance on your skin that could feel the frequencies of love. Grow out of the place you call home and the people you think are irreplaceable. Only then you can meet yourself for the first time and not be responsible of what they mold you into. Only then you can see yourself and judge that person as you judge others. Then perhaps even realize that your incomplete sense of fairness is too much of a bullshit even for you. Grow out of your old habits and comfortably constructed castle walls. You are not protecting anything inside, but you are depriving yourself of who you can become. The you that feels, enjoys, sings, dances, dreams and so much more that your imperious body craves. but grow out of it soon, soon enough so there is still time and so you do not “go gentle into that good night.” Easy is the sticky, it is the dead end of all the roads that can fork from joyful decisions that will make you realize. When you see no light, then you will see there is no windows on the walls you put up. It is you that wronged you, it is you that betrayed your own feelings, nothing can force the light in if you don't accept that you decided to look blind. When you close your eyes and the only thing that comes that night is a handful of misjudged past, then there is something so internally wrong about that very night. It should be you, You that is calm and you that can sleep instead of fighting your conscience. Not this fear and anxiety that were badly chosen gifts from your coincidental past. You can see the difference, between being made of your unbearable misery, and just being the best version of you naturally. I’m coming home to what we have and what we have is gold. I’m coming home to where my child was born, to where we lost our souls, but are always eager to find them in a better shape than they were before. Melis Erdogan “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you don’t remember.” Spirited Away - Hayao Miyazaki , 2001 , Japan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TK1Ij_-mank
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