Monday, July 9, 2012

A Conversation With My Alter Ego




ME: Can I sleep now?
ALTER EGO: NO! You gotta stay awake and study!
ME: But why? I don't need to know everything 'cause no one is smart enough to ask me about everything.
ALTER EGO: But you have already set in people's mind the things they have to expect from you.
ME: Can I just tell them that I'm stupid?
ALTER EGO: NO! They won't believe you.
ME: Why not?
ALTER EGO: 'Cause they are expecting you to be great!
ME: But why?
ALTER EGO: 'Cause you have set in their minds that you are smart!
ME: I don't like that! How can I change this 'expectation-thing' you are talking about?
ALTER EGO: You cannot change it anymore; it’s either you meet their expectations or you disappoint them.
ME: WHAT!!? No way!
ALTER EGO: As Ralph Waldo Emerson quoted, "To be great is to be misunderstood."
ME: What do you mean?
ALTER EGO: You're great. And that is the reason why people misunderstand you.
ME: When will they understand me?
ALTER EGO: Maybe, by the time you'll have the same level of greatness.
ME:  When will that be?
ALTER EGO:  Well, it depends with the person, if he or she will easily get to your level, then you'll easily understand each other.
ME: What?! I still don't understand it. When will they stop calling me "weirdo"?
ALTER EGO: By the time they'll finally understand you.
ME:  When will that be?
ALTER EGO: When they already reach the same level as yours.
ME:  I want an exact date and time!
ALTER EGO: No one can ever tell when it will be.
ME: But I'm tired of being misunderstood.
ALTER EGO: You gotta hold on.
ME: But for how long?
ALTER EGO:  From Jeremiah 29:11 - "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, “plans for wholeness and not for evil, to give you a future full of hope." 
ME: Okay.


*End of Conversation*

 

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Perfectly Me

My body isn't perfect.
I don't walk with confidence.
I get into fights with my parents and friends.
I listen to others who I know won't listen to me.
Some nights, I'd rather be by myself than out partying.
I cry over the smallest things sometimes.
There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs.
Sometimes, I try to convince myself that things are okay when they're not.
I'm not ugly but I'm not beautiful.
I don't look as good in real life as I do in pictures.
There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep.
I constantly think I'm not good enough.
I'm imperfect but I'm perfectly me.