I remember that day i was younger, i’d sit on a swing and look up. I’d feel the air just pass me by and hear them whisper -everything is going to be okay. How was i supposed to understand that? I didn’t anticipate anything then. But i learned a lot about it. I never sat on a swing since, even i miss those words they told me. Perhaps i should.
I have this theory. If i had a chance to be great, i’d rather be great to the only one right person. If i had a chance to look like i’m good, i’d love that no stupid people would ever even notice i exist. And just if i was meant to be a positive thing, i’d be grateful not to be any to people who doesn’t know how to respect.