Living Among Ourselves

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Life Among Ourselves

As I grew older, who I thought I was to be the best version of myself (well, at least that’s
what I thought I was), I’ve realized, that none of this matters. No million dollar houses (not that
I’ve had any), no fancy cars, no diamond watches. And even some of the people who I met through
my life wasn’t the reason for me to stay here. Here, where all matters is the relationship between
one another. The mutual respect, the kindness, the willingness to share what kills you from the
inside. Like some sort of a disease, which keeps evolving as it stays unharmed and untouched. I
wasn’t a part of this realistic life that everybody else had. I wasn’t like anybody else. I, like each
one of us, had my own demons and fairies inside of my mind. Probably that’s what kept me away
from all of this madness. There were times when I wanted to leave all of this world away from
myself. Simply close the door that needed to be locked down. I wanted to throw that key away and
never look back on what happened to me. And at some moments of my life it seemed that I did. I’ve
rushed through everything so quickly, with no looking back, that I forgot what I wanted to leave and
who I hurt during those moments. And that’s the whole point. I wanted those changes for myself
that I never realized on how much it can affect the outer world. I became such a selfish bastard who
closed himself in a tiny box and kept everything hidden. At that time it seemed like a normal thing
to do. If nobody knew – nobody will get hurt.