Life is hard.
I don’t try to make it harder than it already is, yet somehow, it’s always a challenge.
I guess that’s why we’re here.
To overcome.
To understand.
To conquer.
Challenge?
I laugh in your face!
You are nothing!
HA!
I laugh in the face of challenge! HA!
…At least I’d like to think so. …
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no shrinking violet.
I’m just not that comfortable with difficulty. I want everything to be happy and well, healthy and strong, I want life to flow with ease…
…and when life DOESN’T flow… I think I’m the reason why.
I have this bad tendency to blame myself for every bad thing that happens. Doesn’t matter if I’m involved or even responsible. I feel like I am. It’s something I’ve always done. I take responsibility for shit I didn’t do.
Perhaps I was born with a naturally guilty soul. That’s why I fess up to other people’s mistakes. That’s why I feel that pit in my belly when someone’s been wronged. I must’ve done something horrible in a previous life or something.
In this life, I’ve been an angel. And I still feel guilty.
What’s THAT about?
