You know that feeling that you have given it all you got? That feeling of emptiness because you got stripped out of everything and it still isn’t enough? That you have tried, really, but you feel like the only one trying? That every attempt was met with bad will? That feeling of hitting your head against a wall again and again? Yeah, I’m there, in that dry spot…
You can say that you want it to work, or that you are really trying. At the end of the day though, only (re)actions matter. Now I’m far from perfect, but that doesn’t mean that I should apologise for who I am, nor that I should take on responsibility for what others do. Everyone should look at their own shit and stop pointing fingers. If we all had enough balls to do that, we’d all be better off. But it takes courage. It takes guts to accept our flaws and shortcomings — and it’s so much easier to focus on others’ instead of trying to fix ours. I get it. But I don’t agree. It’s too easy. It doesn’t add any value to the world. It’s just wrong. And I am tired of fighting that.
So, go ahead. Stay in your bubble, so full of your perfect self. Blame it all on others. Don’t take any responsibility. And stay the fuck away from me.
