Our flaws make us human.
Perfection is an illusion,
We are perfect by default.
To live without accidents,
Strife or mistakes would be
Not saying you should be a narcissist, but you need to focus on what you like about yourself, focus on what makes you happy. Happiness doesn't come from impression, but from expression.
Its like watching the world burn,
Watching people tear each other apart
While I’m floating in the sky,
Choking on the smoke and ash,
Desperately searching for an extinguisher
Only to find that we’ve burnt those too.
There’s no saving us, yet we press on
For that tiny glimmer of hope within us all,
Or is it denial or greed?
We live for superficial success
As the fire consumes us all.
Being infp is like...
I’m told I should chase my dreams,
That I’d be happier that way.
They’ve never left my head,
I cling to them like caffeine,
And yet they lead me astray.
Which ones do I chase? Each one is a book in a library that hasn’t been sorted and never go further than 100 pages.
They mock me with or without blood.
I’ve made so many mistakes.
Half of my memories are regret,
The other half is what could have been.
This rope I’ve been traversing
Was once a wide plank.
The safety net is shrouded in fog,
As well as my destination.
For once, I am powerless,
I have no control over my fate,
And I don’t know how to fix this mess I’ve made.
The only thing I never understood about humanity
Is our cruelty and brutality towards each other.
We create problems where there shouldn't be any
Because that actor is black, gay, trans, etc.
Playing a role that was originally white.
They made a problem as though
Skin color actually matters in a children's story,
As though its okay to dehumanize
Based on such petty things alone.
We don't get to choose skin color.
We don't get to choose orientation.
We don't choose the conditions of our existence,
And they don't determine our worth.
I don't understand why we can't just love and help each other. Perhaps its for greed, fear, or attention?
Going home seems like a mere dream.
This headache hasn’t let up in ages.
The radio is half static and half old music.
Only three hours left to go until vacation.
At least we get air conditioning.