The thing about us is that,
We're never satisfied with what we have
We crave for things that aren't ours
And when we don't get it,
We feel really disappointed
Why?
Because we think that we're disappointing ourselves by not following the crowd
But,
When will we realize that
We're not afraid of disappointing ourselves rather we're afraid of disappointing the crowd
We're so afraid of being different
That sometimes we cut our wings off just to fit with the wingless ones
We darken our lights just to follow the abyss
We stain our pure souls just to be with the stained ones
Why do we do that though?
We're perfect just the way we are
Unique in every aspect even if we look the same
We're humans but why do we crave for perfection so much?
So much to the point that we forget the purpose of our life
We may not be perfect and we maybe a little careless too
But you know something?
Somewhere, someone out there is happy just because we exist
Someone is happy to have met us
Someone is happy to have seen us with all our imperfections
Someone who likes us just the way we are