I live in my own head sometimes. I’m incessant, I’m insecure, I’m stubborn, I can’t stop questioning the things around me, and I can’t help but constantly explain myself. I want things to be perfect, though more often than not I fail. I blame, I hate, I criticize myself–but I refuse to bend. Every day, in different situations, I search for safety, for the truth in my ideals, for peace, for recognition, for an epiphany, for poems. What I learned ultimately is that I cannot and will never be perfect, and what I perceive as flaws are not flaws but simply, part of who I am at the moment.
With every experience you have in life, you know yourself a bit more. And, with that knowledge, you change. That’s the only consistent truth you can hold yourself to.