I'm not posting this in my blog because I feel there is a great need for it to be said here, on my personal profile.
Alright, I just want to start out by saying…maybe I see my world in too much color and not enough black and white. Ironic, right? I mean, I’m the first to admit my obsession with checkers/stripes/monochromatic schemes/and black and White in general…but when it comes to life, I just don’t see it that way. The answer to that is kinda simple as to why. I’ve been there before. I saw everything in just black and white. Everything. And you know what? It made me sad all the time. So once I saw the brilliance of the Technicolor, I refused to go back. I won’t go back.
Now…what brings me down in this world is the fact that everything has become so centered on money, or standing, or how good you are at academics. People are oppressed because if they don’t succeed at this in school, or if they don’t have enough money for that, then they are labeled as being failures, or worthless. That’s unfair, and bluntly, it’s untrue. Failure. Poor. Sad. Lowly. These are just LABELS. What essentially is a label? It’s one of those little sticky things that they put on you. Like a..hmm nametag. And you know what? Those nametags aren’t permanent. Sooner or later they fall off, are replaced, or accidently thrown into the wash to ruin your perfect sweater. -_-‘ The fact remains through it all though, that it’s not permanent and COMPLETELY replaceable. Someone who is poor, can become rich. It’s possible. Just as a failure, can become a complete success. It all comes down to time and effort. The importance is being able to survive the labeling.
That’s where your core comes in. No matter how many little sticky labels are put on you, they’re only on the surface. They really can’t touch who you are at your core. These things are what’s really most important in life. Hardworking. Loving. Loyal. Devoted. Creative. Smart. That can’t be stolen from you. Sure, maybe you think they dim, or you can’t really see them, or sometimes, you just don’t have time to realize they are still there…but they are. They’re always part of you, from the day you’re born, til the day you die. Just waiting for you to bring them out and use them. Sure, it hurts when you just can’t…but that doesn’t mean they’ve gone anywhere.
Everyone has fear and doubts. Whether you’re a genius-flying through courses, someone who’s just average-pulling through without too much trouble, or that one student in the mass that doesn’t feel they belong-putting everything you can into staying above water; I’m telling you, don’t stop swimming! It won’t be forever. You won’t struggle FOREVER. I know it’s hard, and it’s dark, and you don’t think you’ll ever see your way out…but it’s there. Somewhere. This is just a very brutal experience that in the end, will make you stronger someway, even if it’s not clear to you today. What’s important is that you keep fighting, no matter if you fail or not. It’s the fighting that counts. Because that is what you are at your core, a fighter.
I wrote this for someone I love very much. And I decided to post it because it applies to more than just that person. There are so many of you that I love and adore that are struggling, but, DON’T STOP FIGHTING. I know my words are meaningless…after all…what are they? Just words. I can’t keep you warm with them, or feed you, or influence your grades in the slightest, I know that. But I would hope at the very very least, my effort is noted. Because effort does matter, it does; even in the face of failure. If it didn’t matter, we would all just surrender to our hardships and give up, letting ourselves always feel helpless and depressed. And I’m sorry if I don’t want to let you do that quietly. As I said…I’m a fool who sees her world in too much color. ^^’
And there you go, almost 700 words worth of nothing…that I hope does at least something.
Nankurunaisa.
+-Kira-+
