Just another day, to you. Just another measly day you
wake up, count calories, socialize, and muster up enough self worth to keep
your sanity. Just another day for you to take things for granted, making
immature decisions, and justify them with your youth. It's just
another day for you to make excuses, and count on the next day to pure your
motives. Those days have been gone, but you live in the past. Reality has a big
knock that can't go unattended to.
These days to come, they are bigger than what you swallow every
day. These days to come are the big horse pills you had to work down your
throat as a child. These days are the handy-down shirts you swim in. They
are the deep end you don't dare go near- the moment you take your seat belt off
when she's not looking. What once seemed so big, will soon seem so small.
Once you take a step outside, and really look, you will run
straight into those days. You will regret ignoring what they tell you because
you're a prideful son of a gun. You'll weep when you see how blind you were.
You will pity yourself, and the fact that you thought you were so big made you
so small. You will find that no matter what short cut you take- you'll end up at the same street corner. And when you stop searching for
confidence, you'll grasp that it's all a hallow piece of candy, with
no surprise middle.
It's funny, because you're still convinced it's all about you. You
still think that how you feel is what's important. And that you spend so much
time relieving yourself of social "lies", is what makes your
life better. Thinking you can be whatever you want to be: incorrect. You'll be
whatever you're willing to face. You're only as valiant as the battle you
fight. It's not about winning the title, it's the courage you found
to initiate the war.
Go ahead and sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. Wake up,
and live just another day. Just another measly day you get up, count calories,
socialize, and muster up enough self worth to keep your sanity.
