This quote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra describes my life perfectly: “All sorrows are less with bread.”
Who doesn’t agree with that? Especially when Nutella exists?
There’s a quote by Jim Morrison that I love. It goes like this:
“That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.”
I remember listening to friends speak about their masks. I remember having one myself. It was a crazy time with young hearts and fresh minds. We were so moldable, so susceptible to things around us. Now, I look back and wonder how we even survived. I had never realized how hard it was to ‘be myself’. People say it to me, expecting a flawless execution, and the internet screams it like it’s a switch I can turn on and off. To ‘be myself’ or not to be?
With the hectics of life, everyone needs a happy place to retreat to once in a while. For me when I was young, it was my bedroom. I would hide away and enjoy it so much that I was never sent to it whenever I misbehaved. Then it was the bathroom because what other room can you lock yourself in and be automatically granted at least five minutes of respected privacy? In my teenage years, I found myself drawn to the outdoors. Whenever my temper reached a certain point, I found that a calming breeze ruffling the leaves of trees and the tendrils of my hair comforted me like nothing else could. Now? Now, this little corner of wilderness brings me a profound sort of joy.