I used to think of my world as boring and empty and so lacking
I wasn’t going out every other weekend I would spend days indoors and celebrating anything was so far stretched.
life in my eyes was dull , no fun and definitely not appealing to others
It made me think others would find it so as well
That’s why I was quick to say I live a boring life, when anyone called me interesting
Because my day to day is very dull and uneventful
But as I mature I realize that all that I thought made life not boring is parties and more material stuff , a lot of outside activities and actions
In truth all this time I have been at peace with myself.
Whenever I called my life boring is when I compared it to the likes of others
But if I am by myself, I love my little life
It’s peaceful and quiet
It’s colorful and vibrant
I love writing poetry and reading books
I love the inner work I do and the revelations that follow
I love how eventful I am in what I do, even if it’s only I who sees it
My world is full of colors; it’s rich and vibrant and most importantly, I love it.
So, yes I might still be eager to show anyone who comes in my world that I’m fun and I have all the social actions going on
But I would love my future self to be gentle with me and let the other person see our authentic self
Not to compare and lose ourselves in the pleasing but rather be at ease and let our beauty be seen just as we are.