I could write a poem, but I’m afraid my mom would label it depressing. I could write about change, or about the weather. I could write about history, or something less interesting.
But I’m afraid all of the posts I could write would be labeled as something. depressing. boring. sad. unrelatable
How can I be real and happy? How can I be myself and interesting? How can I be different and relatable?
I’m not sure, I feel as if you must choose one or the other, and can’t be both. But am I wrong? Would someone please prove me wrong? Instruct me how to be real and happy, show me how to be myself and interesting, teach me to be different and relatable.
Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to figure it out on my own. Perhaps I shouldn’t try to do it in the first place. Maybe I should just be real, myself, and different, instead of happy, interesting, and relatable.
Maybe if I accept the reality, continue to be myself, and allow myself to be different, I’ll discover happiness, I’ll be interesting, and somehow, people will relate with me.
Or maybe not. Maybe not.