While I’ve been gone for a few months, I really dealt with writers block, insecurities and a lot of misplaced emotions. This post includes a poem regarding how I felt, and the story of how I managed to over come it. This is something I believe can be useful to everyone, not just writers. Because we all have something we’re putting off, somewhere to start and something to finish.
Glass Walls are objects that enable us to see the world around us, but through a lens that makes it seem like the grass is greener on the other side. It distorts the view, until we think of ourselves as worthless. What are your Glass Walls?
The phrase "You've changed" has a strong negative connotation in our society, and hearing those words immediately makes us cringe with worry. But my questions is: Since when is change a bad thing?
When we make snap judgements based on first impressions, we view life like this picture - blurred. Sometimes a blurry picture can be beautiful too, but you will never know the full story until you make an effort and focus.
Disclaimer: This poem is specifically regarding catcalling and is in no means about anyone but those who cat call and make women - or any one - feel uncomfortable and worthless. It is however, from a woman's point of view as that is what I can truly attest to best.
Morality. Justice. Wrong or right. We often question these things and argue about the one right answer, but maybe it’s time we realize that there isn’t just one right answer.
In all of our lives, at some point, some one, has made us feel like our words and our opinions don’t matter. It’s a universal feeling of feeling unappreciated, unwanted and insignificant, so we apologize for caring and quickly catch ourselves before our opinions blurt them selves out! That needs to stop! My words matter and so do yours, let them be heard!