Sometimes, especially recently, it feels like living life is something to be done delicately. It's hard to explain exactly what I mean.
It's just that we can be so good at putting on a show of confidence and security, just to show everybody that we're okay, that we have it all together. Sometimes we even fool ourselves. And then we forget that other people have insecurities, no matter how confident and put-together they may seem. We forget to speak gently, to be kind. We forget that we are not the only ones suffering, not the only ones in pain.
It's like being balanced on a rope, thin and precarious, swaying with the wind twenty stories high. Way up here, it's terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. But you know this routine like the back of your hand. You stride confidently. People look on in awe. You have to keep them impressed, because if they become bored or disappointed, they will yell and hiss and boo, and you will lose your nerve. Up here, when you slip, the only way is down.
But sometimes you forget about all that. You forget that all it takes is one wrong step, one unsteady shift to the left or the right, for you to lose your balance and come crashing down.
And then the facade is gone, and everybody can see that you're not as invincible as you thought you were. Some people understand, though, because they've been there too.
It's just that we can be so good at putting on a show of confidence and security, just to show everybody that we're okay, that we have it all together. Sometimes we even fool ourselves. And then we forget that other people have insecurities, no matter how confident and put-together they may seem. We forget to speak gently, to be kind. We forget that we are not the only ones suffering, not the only ones in pain.
It's like being balanced on a rope, thin and precarious, swaying with the wind twenty stories high. Way up here, it's terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. But you know this routine like the back of your hand. You stride confidently. People look on in awe. You have to keep them impressed, because if they become bored or disappointed, they will yell and hiss and boo, and you will lose your nerve. Up here, when you slip, the only way is down.
But sometimes you forget about all that. You forget that all it takes is one wrong step, one unsteady shift to the left or the right, for you to lose your balance and come crashing down.
And then the facade is gone, and everybody can see that you're not as invincible as you thought you were. Some people understand, though, because they've been there too.
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