When I was a senior I had to write an exit essay depicting what I wanted to be after I graduated, my life plan as I foresaw it. In my conclusion I wrote that it really didn’t matter what my career choice would be. My plan was to be happy and to help people. My well-intention teacher thought that I was not living up to my potential and that if I truly wanted to help people I needed to find a job that did just that; a doctor, a counselor, working for the peace corp. I have hung onto that, thinking I am not good enough. But I’ve been thinking. Why should I have to put the simple life I wanted aside, because society thinks I should make more money, or have a special title, or be a part of some big corporation? Why when I can be simple and live happy, and volunteer, and love, and help, and smile. Why can’t I just be happy?
We live in a world where it’s more acceptable to dislike yourself and openly say “I am ugly” rather than actually appreciate yourself and openly say “I am attractive” because how dare you feel good in your skin and say it out loud, what an awful human being you are, you can’t walk around thinking you’re good, you piece of shit.
its such a sad world we live in