Stuck on a Limb Here
Have you ever gone out on a limb, and had it break under you, dropping you two stories and landing you in the hospital?
Whats the point in taking chances if you only ever get hurt? I mean, sure there's that slim chance that it'll work out, but I mean really, why bother?
Thats all that ever seems to happen to my friends and I.
Like, someone seems cool to you, so you decide to try and become friends. But then you act like a fool, and they decide they don't like you.
Thats how it always goes, and I end up hating myself for being myself because some other person may or may not like the way I phrase my sentences.
Why do we care so much about what people think? Is it because we want to have a bond with another human, to be able to say "I'm accepted"? Or is it because we can't deal with that false idea being shattered before our eyes.
In the perfect society, nobody would care about you being weird, they wouldn't care how you acted different, they would like you for who the hell you are. But this isn't a perfect society. People judge others by a handful of premeditated words designed to make you seem acceptable by society's standards.
Going out on a limb will break you.
Whats the point in taking chances if you only ever get hurt? I mean, sure there's that slim chance that it'll work out, but I mean really, why bother?
Thats all that ever seems to happen to my friends and I.
Like, someone seems cool to you, so you decide to try and become friends. But then you act like a fool, and they decide they don't like you.
Thats how it always goes, and I end up hating myself for being myself because some other person may or may not like the way I phrase my sentences.
Why do we care so much about what people think? Is it because we want to have a bond with another human, to be able to say "I'm accepted"? Or is it because we can't deal with that false idea being shattered before our eyes.
In the perfect society, nobody would care about you being weird, they wouldn't care how you acted different, they would like you for who the hell you are. But this isn't a perfect society. People judge others by a handful of premeditated words designed to make you seem acceptable by society's standards.
Going out on a limb will break you.
April 19, 2010 at 6:59 PM
Going out on a limb is a risk - there is the risk that it'll break. But there's also the chance that it'll be strong and stable and you have a new view to see the world.
The people who are your friends until you mess up are not friends. True friends are with you until the very end - through the good times and the bad. We all mess up, and as friends, we must forget, forgive, and accept each other's faults.
Life and success is all about risks.
Cheer up, my Rue. You've always got a friend here :)
April 20, 2010 at 1:40 PM
Going out on a limb is yes, dangerous, and yes can end in disaster. But even the risks that end badly, you learn from them. I've learned so much from my mistakes and the risks I've taken. And when I make a mistake, when I go out on a limb, I usually fall hard. But I still take chances.
I'm going to quote one of my favorite cartoon characters here, the awesome Ms. Frizzle from the Magic School Bus.
Take chances, make mistakes, get messy!
Friz said this with such enthusiasm. We take chances, make mistakes, and yes, sometimes get messy, and we learn from all of it. I know I have.
So chin up.
<3 Blossom