Fresh Looks: Agata Wozniak by Marta Zbieron
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I just realized
that nobody really knows
“The purpose of life”
By the time we feel
we can figure it out,
we are 6 feet under the ground.
Our bodies ready to decay.
We come from nature,
and that’s who we return to.
There is actually no purpose of life.
We are just living.
Nobody lives long enough to
figure it all out.
You can run as fast you want sometimes, but everything, will catch up with you eventually. Especially if the thing you’re escaping is yourself.
It’ll manifest in different ways and then one day you’ll realise that you have to confront the truth. It may not happen all at once, but it’ll happen.
So talk. Write. Let it out, you’ll find that you have to if you want to breathe again.
Life isn’t fair, it’s a truth that’s been known to humanity since the beginning of time.
But we can’t let that stop us. At least not forever.
After everything that happened, I’m proud that I gave you up with a smile, knowing she’ll love you more than I did…
But baby, always remember: You were the fight that I will never, ever forget.
The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.
I’m sick of having to go around laugh and joke and pretend I’m all happy when I’m messed up on the inside and done with everything. I’m sick of having to do things that I’d never wanna do just because I’m too afraid to say no and refuse. I’m sick of not being able to explain and defend myself nor say how I feel, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the way I talk and act in front of people and how every situation makes me too nervous and the way my heart drops every time my phone rings and how I’m always too hesitant and insecure and unsure about myself. I’m sick of spending nights overthinking every little situation I’ve been in and feeling extremely embarrassed about myself and everything that I do. I’m sick of trying yet failing to change and fix myself but mostly, I’m sick of thinking I’ll spend the rest of my life getting sick.
3 a.m thoughts - highlypoetic (via wordsnquotes)
It’s heartbreaking how some people can just let go of you so easily that you start to question yourself if they ever really loved you, they make you feel like you were never really worthy of their effort because all you ever needed was their reassurance yet they showed you none of it. And then what’s even worse about it, is that you can never figure those people out until they decide they don’t need you anymore.
highlypoetic (via wordsnquotes)
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.