Everyday. everywhere I go. There are people. Unhappy people. People, hurt, tormented, enraged, by something they desperately want to change, but they just can't: themselves.
That' s the one thing that most people want to change, but they can't. They don't seem to know how. Or they do know how and they just don't really see the beauty in what they really have and they change what they have and ultimately ruin it. They ruin themselves, their lives. They want something. They want friends, life, love. Because they don't see what they already have. But why? Why must we feel so secure, and why don't we see that our securities are just forming an ever vicious, ever devouring cycle. I feel insecure, so I feel I should change, that change makes someone else feel insecure, so they change, that makes someone else feel insecure so they change, the cycle keeps going, and going, and going, and going. Will it ever stop? Will we ever stop? Will we ever just be able to sit back and see the true beauty that lies with in who we are, with out the change?
I hate it that I see girls that hate themselves, and long for nothing more than to be themselves because they can't see who they really are. They can't see who they were made to be. We need a change. We need to see ourselves as beautiful the way we are. That's the only change we need.
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That was a pretty profound quote. I very much so understand what you mean because I am a recovering bulemic. I guess people will always want to be better because they have not found the ideal acceptance of another person. A lot of people would call this supernatural extistentialism, the desire for something beyond our grasp to fill the void.