Listen Up, Buttercup

Insecurity. One of the most common word of this twisted generation. I'd be lying if I said that haven't let this stomach-churning statement elapse from my mouth. It's saddening, you know. How a single word can alter a much greater good of a person. How it can crush and burn people's hope of becoming a confident personality that can ease its way into this crucial society. Not that appearances matter. But it actually does. Painfully so.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say I'm this goddess that came from the Hollywood beauty and talent. I'm not that. Like everyone in this republic, we all want to have that specific dream of overcoming our fears of insecurity. We look at models, artists, celebrities. We all look up to them. We want to be like them. But that's problem here. We "want it" but don't "need it".

In this stereotypical world, it's easy to forget what you are really made of. From ads that promote such flamboyant beauty products to the people with size 0 figures that run around and are bluntly aware that they have what others don't have. They drink in the facts and release it with despair. They strive to get what is on display. We feel like our soul is tainted, so that's why we're all single-minded to produce a better version of ourselves.  We are longing to delete some of our physical errors that we think it isn't suppose to be there and be judged by our own mentality.

Look at yourself with a non-critical mind. Be indulged in what you currently have because life come and goes. We may not be blessed with such head-turning structure. We are made to be this self-proclaimed individual who is capable of being whom they truly are. Not with steroids and extravagant amounts of cosmetics. 

There's this cheesy remark that goes by the saying, "Love yourself." Those are words that speak loudly than the insecurities that keep hounding at your back. 

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I apologize for promising that I would be posting "once a day or two." What a liar, I know. But maybe I'm not cut out for the regimen of the daily blogger. I'll try though, I'll make another promise. I shall post 1-3 entries a week. With the courtesy of my lazy active physique. 

Thanks for noticing, my unidentified viewers... :-)

What Am I Doing?

Hi.


In my unremarkably conquest of trying to pursuit a sophisticated or John Green amateur version of myself, I am helplessly trying to do so. So lets just pretend I'm a well being and not some m&m's that has fell into the wrong packet of chocolate rocks. (my metaphors will come and go as a disgrace to this society, so please bear with me)

I'm 14. I am just trying to fill a space that is sadly unnoticed. I want to be one of those people who points out the rights and wrongs in this world (and my grammar is sure to be the first one in line). But I don't want anyone to confirm or comment the way I see this generation. "Hear me out." is what I am attempting to say here. I'm no critic. I don't have the right to be an umpire. What I say may or may not have meaning to anyone, but it slightly does to me.

My intentions of being here, in this anonymous partition that calls out to me whenever the need to exclude myself from the harsh reality of this world is quite tangled or confusing. But as I said before, I want my voice to be heard through little pixilated letters. I really wouldn't mind if no one is in great shape to listen to my small pleadings of establishing the difference between being a person who has high regards, expectations or has a profession of being a dream-crusher, and a person who lives in a whimsical fairytale life that we all desperately desire to be in. My thoughts are merely on the edge of exploding if I don't keep it in a safety box that is most likely not to be opened up and fed into the wild life of stereotypes. I need my thoughts to stay calm and be stored into a site where I can remain anonymous. I see a lot of things that my mind "apparently" needs my opinion on. And so I bring them to you. Whoever you are.

You might find me boring. It's okay. I've been that type of person from an early age. I'll be posting for maybe... once a day or two(?). Depends on my stability of being an operating life-worker of my humble abode. I'm quite bad at frequently writing a blog post. I've had failed blogs due to my lack of activation. But I'll try for this particular one.

Thanks for noticing, my unidentified viewers... :-)