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Butterflys Always Fly Away
Even when the day really sucks.
I've been there. Those days where you just hate people for no reason. Or when you run from the room crying because of something so unexpected. It's hard. And the only thing you're saying to yourself is 'they'll never understand.'
We can't say that we understand something. The human mind can't fully comprehend the full meaning of a single subject. Though we are the dominant species on the Earth, sometimes we just feel incapable of everything and just sit on our beds and pout. There are things we're good at, things we suck at, and things that we just don't bother to try because we tell ourselves the outcome of that subject.
Someone once told me that if I had less, then I would loose less. He's right, but he's wrong. No man is an island. Nobody is alone at heart. There is always someone else who's caring for them, thinking of them, trying to be near them even when they're being expelled from that persons presence. Having less doesn't exactly mean that you loose less. It just means that you are your own person, and you do things at your own pace. Having friends doesn't mean s**t. Being loved means more than life in itself to some people. Especially to me.
I love a lot of people, and I hate it when they tell me that everything that they're doing is hopeless, that everything is just stupid and worthless. Meaningless. This is the reason for my so called 'attacks' on people. I have told many people that if you don't like who I choose to be, then leave. "If you can't stand the heat, get the ******** out of the kitchen." I attack people to make a point.
Nothing in your life is worthless. Everything you do, you do because you enjoy it. I enjoy talking with my friends and knowing that they're happy. It hurts me so much to know that someone I know is in pain, which is another reason why it's hard to just cut things off cold-turkey.
I guess the whole title thing is based on this: We are all caterpillers in the beginning. We are gross, little wriggly worms that just eat and sleep. Until we make something for ourselves. Until we know what we're doing, that's when we turn into wonderous butterflys, that ALWAYS fly away. Not in a bad way. A good one. We fly away to dream and then accomplish, while facing those damned hardships that we all know we'll meet.
No man is an island. But the butterflys always fly away.
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