Offering Advice, Yet Refusing To Take It
Throughout everything that's happened in my life, I would like to think I've grown up...learned from my mistakes, become a better person. Sure, I have my "dark" moments, but who doesn't? Should you be expected to be perfect all of the time? Should you constantly live up to other people's expectations? Should you stray from the path you're heading down, just because someone else disagrees with it?
Rich or poor, wrong or right only YOU can make the decisions you feel are necessary to continue your life journey. Only you can decide what you think would be beneficial for you at the time. A choice that you make may turn out to be a mistake later on, but instead of automatically tossing that choice aside shouldn't you give it a try first? Without taking chances, without taking risks, you could be losing out on great opportunities. Opportunities that may shape who you further become as a person. Someone may always say "I told you so" if you made a bad decision that they assumed would automatically fail, but so what? Will you let those "I told you so"ers control your life? Or will you stand up strong and learn from those mistakes?
I give this advice, and yet I do not follow it. Why? Why can I give help and yet be reluctant to recieve it? It doesn't make much sense to me and I fear I shall never know the answer. I try very hard to be the kind of person my parents would be proud of. Yet, it doesn't seem like enough. It doesn't seem like I'm good enough to deserve their support. I know its just a mental mindset that I have, that low self-esteem I have been trying so hard to shake off. But it isn't easy and no-one should expect that it would be.
Everyone has issues..everyone hurts. But we all express those emotions in different ways. Some express them through creative means, like singing or acting..dancing or drawing...writing or painting. Others express them through "emotional turmoil", like shouting or fighting, abusing or using. Then some deviate between the two extremes. I'd say I fall in the middle of that spectrum. At times I like to dance because it lets out my pent up frustrations, in perhaps a better way then I could express with words. Other times, I try to escape in alcohol because it allows me to temporarily be happy. At my worst, I cut myself because making myself feel pain is a lot better then taking out my pain on somebody else.
It's hard to really explain my emotions unless you've been there. I know that through all of my mistakes, through all of my hardships I will continue to strive for excellence..i will continue to strive for acheivements, and I will continually work harder to be the kind of person I know my parents would be proud of. The kind of person I would be proud of.
Rich or poor, wrong or right only YOU can make the decisions you feel are necessary to continue your life journey. Only you can decide what you think would be beneficial for you at the time. A choice that you make may turn out to be a mistake later on, but instead of automatically tossing that choice aside shouldn't you give it a try first? Without taking chances, without taking risks, you could be losing out on great opportunities. Opportunities that may shape who you further become as a person. Someone may always say "I told you so" if you made a bad decision that they assumed would automatically fail, but so what? Will you let those "I told you so"ers control your life? Or will you stand up strong and learn from those mistakes?
I give this advice, and yet I do not follow it. Why? Why can I give help and yet be reluctant to recieve it? It doesn't make much sense to me and I fear I shall never know the answer. I try very hard to be the kind of person my parents would be proud of. Yet, it doesn't seem like enough. It doesn't seem like I'm good enough to deserve their support. I know its just a mental mindset that I have, that low self-esteem I have been trying so hard to shake off. But it isn't easy and no-one should expect that it would be.
Everyone has issues..everyone hurts. But we all express those emotions in different ways. Some express them through creative means, like singing or acting..dancing or drawing...writing or painting. Others express them through "emotional turmoil", like shouting or fighting, abusing or using. Then some deviate between the two extremes. I'd say I fall in the middle of that spectrum. At times I like to dance because it lets out my pent up frustrations, in perhaps a better way then I could express with words. Other times, I try to escape in alcohol because it allows me to temporarily be happy. At my worst, I cut myself because making myself feel pain is a lot better then taking out my pain on somebody else.
It's hard to really explain my emotions unless you've been there. I know that through all of my mistakes, through all of my hardships I will continue to strive for excellence..i will continue to strive for acheivements, and I will continually work harder to be the kind of person I know my parents would be proud of. The kind of person I would be proud of.