I think part of the trick is just realizing that.
I think the biggest part of the trick, though, is remembering to utilize my own voice.
It sounds simple. But by convincing myself for so long that I could never think or say such profound things has really hindered my creative and spiritual growth. I'm afraid of being picked apart, so I stay silent instead.
But doesn't every good plant need to be pruned sometimes?
The answer is yes.
I've stayed silent for so long, I've been eating away at myself and going through this ridiculous cycle of not fucking liking myself at all, to completely loving myself and thinking that no one could ever understand my mind enough to love me like I do.
Which is true, no one will love me like I love me.
That's kind of the beauty of self-appreciation, you know?
I might even go so far as to say self-respect.
And I understand my silence like no one else ever could, or probably will.
Not unless they too have maintained a quiet spell like mine.
I think it's important.
If nothing else, it's humbling.
I think I've come a long way lately.
I know I have.
And isn't that something?
No really, ain't that a fuckin' trip?!
I might actually be proud of myself.
No, I'm definitely proud of myself.