the world is f*cked up

the more you go through life, the more you see how the world is fucked up. you begin to question things. you begin to mistrust people as you see others eat up their own words and principles. you begin to be that person some people don’t want to be associated with. you try to feel belonged in a place you’re unsure of. 

and then suddenly, you don’t know who you are anymore.

you were once a kid, holding a crayon over a blank paper, not bound to be judged if you do good or bad. you were once that kid who was learning how to walk and can just cry the pain out when you fall. somebody, for sure, will pick you up.

but now, you’re not that kid anymore. you do not just hold a crayon, a pencil, nor a toy. you now hold things that are unseen. you carry them as you walk. and when you fall, it’s still easy to cry the pain out, but you’re on your own now. you got to pick yourself up and walk again. run if you have to. and do everything with uncertainty. 

the person who you believe you are changes the moment you meet other people. sometimes, you become your own enemy. you eat up your words, your principles. and then you contribute to the problems of this world.

the world is fucked up because we’re all fucked up.