Has something ever happened to you, maybe you do something bad, or you get a disease, or you are just a amazingly nice person, and now everyone know it, and that it what they remember you by, and call you by? "Oh look there is that girl that is super smart, maybe she'll let us copy her homework." Something that defines you.
You may be defined by your attitude, or your social class, or by someone else, something distinctive about you. When they think of you, they think of that one characteristic that represents the whole you, that is being defined. It is like being designated, by other people, to be that specific thing, nothing else.
The problem with being entitled and entitling people to one thing, and one thing only, is that everyone has a lot more to them than that one characteristic. It may be a distinguishing trait of your that people know you by, but you are so much more than that one trait. Believe in yourself more, to go out of your comfort zone, to go out of that box people put you in. Being defined by one of your characteristics should not limit your mindset. You can do more. One thing happening, or one trait of yours, or your parents or boyfriend, should not dictate how you live the rest of your life.
Live to your full potential, there is more out there. You are the author of your own story. You get to choose how you feel and who you are. If you are stick on the same page, remember that at any moment, you have the power to write a new chapter. You have the power to write a new you, a you that no one defines as just smart, or that girl who had cancer, or that guy that drove drunk and killed someone. There is so much more to you than that.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
There are some things about myself I can't explain to anyone. There are some things I don't understand at all. I can't tell what I think about things or what I am after. I don't know what my strengths are or what I am suppose to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. It jumbles up in my head and things get cluttered. I can't explain what is going on in my head, but if I could it would be like a mixing bowl of paints, all different colors.
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