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Sometimes I feel so lost, in a bitter sweet spiral of tears. Everything is always looming around in my mind, hitting me sharp like a knife. Dissecting my thoughts and mashing them into a all night movie marathon for me to feel empty, alone, and weakened with sadness. Sometimes there isn’t simply any amount of words, nor are there intellectual words strong enough to describe the emotions that we feel, that we feed off of, that others prey off of. There’s calm before the storm, and there’s a silver lining to every cloud, but in truth, are these just empty phrases we say to ourselves so that we can mindlessly move forwards?

Intelligence is a subjective topic, a subjective impression. Intelligence in the academic field, intelligence in morals, intelligence in religion, intelligence in relationships, intelligence in creativity, intelligence in common sense, intelligence in conversation, intelligence in sports, intelligence in everything. Each and every single one of us, carries a type of intelligence, some are lucky to carry many types. It’s not something we’re born with per say, but it’s something we can grow to learn.

                We can choose to be brave and face our emotions, or we can distract ourselves from the unknown truth of them. Most people like to run and hide, but you can only do this for so long. Once it catches up with you, it just might be too late.

                Others choose to run from their emotions, and seek the imperfections of other people out, in order to self-satisfy their own discomfort of their skin. People refer to them as bullies, or jealous people. I refer to them as lost souls, that can’t come to terms with their own existence, instead of just running and hiding, they take the pleasure in manipulating and destroying others the best way that they can find. Unfortunately those who aren’t completely comfortable with themselves take offense in the mindless gambles of the hurt that is being portrayed upon them. But in all reality, just because someone says something does not mean, nor does it make it true.

                We decide how strong we are, the moment we take action, the moment that we stop running, and come to terms with what it is that we struggle with. Not everything can be fixed or changed, but it can be disguised as a blessing none the less. We sometimes just want to be loved and adored by all those who gaze upon us. Sadly that’s the case for most people.

                I don’t give a fuck, if someone hates me, it just makes me realize more and more that nothing and no one is perfect, I adore people’s imperfections because those imperfections make a light to the truth in which who they are. So to say, someone’s pain, and depression and demise, could be the very creation of some of the most moving, and beautiful pieces of art in the entire world’s history. Someone’s happiness could inspire others to keep holding onto life for their moment to shine. Someone’s stupidity can create perfect scripts for comedy. We know not of what we do not seek, we know of what our mind chooses to judge a person based on appearance, then based on reactions and their behaviour, sadly how can we judge a soul based off of that accurately, we do not take harbour in their minds, we do not see what every mental thought is being processed by them.

                But no matter how many times we plea for peace and freedom, the more people feed off of it as an excuse to ridicule and belittle someone’s dream, someone’s words, because in the end, everyone wants to be at the top of the world looking down as everyone else is struggling. It’s a dog eat dog world.

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