All our life we're taught to run from anything out of the ordinary; taught to reject anything not normal and to never count on miracles. We're skilled in self preservation. We're skilled in pushing people away and we're number one in coldness.
People are blind to those who are on the outside looking in; but it's those on the outside who can save us in a day alone. Those are the miracle workers, and the ones we should hold on to.
We can fail ourselves but we find it hard to fail others. We find it hard to let those that mean so much to us, down. But it's inevitable. If we're not meant to complete the stunt, to walk that tightrope, we're going to fail. And fail is such a harsh word, it's a wonder we're so scared of it. So scared of even the singular letter that stands for fail, F. Failure, failing, failed, fail, all words that scare us into trying harder. The word that pushes us to our extremes when maybe, maybe we were never even meant to get there.
People tell me I'm a thinker, and even when it's not meant as a compliment, I find myself taking it as one.
I've always been the odd one out, but it works for me, and I'll take it out of context.
Believe me, I've got you beat when it comes to problems.
You'll never know half of the truth.
