sometimes i wonder why people try so hard to be perfect.
when they cant.
when perfection lies in our imperfection itself.
i dont want to wake up one day when im old and wrinkled,
to look back at my life
and realise
that i have really, not achieved anything at all.
i dont know why people perpetually strive to be the best at everything
when they cant.
and even if they can, you cant be the best all the time.
there are bound to be times you fall.
and no matter how cliched this sounds,
you have to pick yourself up after a fall.
dont go obsessing about your mistake.
that you waste all your time, energy and your life
and you dont learn anything.
and i know we all have people in our lives that we envy.
they could be your older sibling, your best friend,
the schoolbelle, the school prefect or even your greatest enemy.
we always look at them and go
'she's so perfect. i want to be like her. '
when we cant.
when they really arent perfect anyway.
when they really are as ordinary as any of us.
when being the best is really so tiring.
when being the best cannot last forever.
and there simply isnt the best.




why do you spend all your life trying to be
someone else?
because of image?
because you want to look good?
because you want to meet others expectations of you?
why spend your life meeting others expectations
when the only expectations that are WORTH
are your own.
isnt it tiring
to be someone else.
and when you think that you have deceived the whole world,
you will realise one day that actually, they all knew.
and they grew tired of it as well.
and we are all like that, really.
why deny our true selves?
is it really worth it.




and it doesnt make sense really
to want to be fitter
to want to look better
to want to score higher
to want to be more popular
to want everyone to like you
when all that you're pretending to be falls.
when everyone can see right through you.
when everyone knows.
its not something they speak of.
but its an understated agreement.
why pretend and be unhappy?
why deny and not learn?
why not confront and let it bury itself?




people should love you for who you are inside.
and if they dont,
well, think of it as their loss.
and not yours.
but everyone should know that
its not how you look like on the outside that makes you look beautiful.
its what you carry inside yourself that makes you amazing (:




we humans come to a common understanding as we grow up.
its not something we speak of.
but its an understated agreement.




and now nat is officially late for ballet
nice day (: