The reality of normality.

The world it’s like a game of poker. If you have a shitty hand and good poker face then just many you can make it, but if you have a shitty hand and a shitty poker face you are going to work harder, you are going to have to practice more. It may take a long time until you finally get a good hand or even a good card but, you are going to have to play smart. Use resources, pick up on little things that can help you. Eventually you can make it. In a way. The game keeps going until you are out of chips or drive to win.

Some people listen but, barely any are willing to change. I’ve known people that have been homeless, sold drugs, got thrown through windows, and ran over but they stayed with their lifestyle because they were not willing to change or they were constantly told that that's all they could do. They let people hold them down and inch by inch they are sinking. Certain people get so comfortable, being told what to do, how to live, what to eat that they just stop. They don’t live, they have no passion for anything. People lose passion, they lose creativity, and those that have those things are classified as odd or weird and that’s alright to a few. Most let that classification ruin them and make them go into that box of “normality.”

The funny think about normality, is the reality of normality is the fact that we are all raised to believe in normality even though it doesn’t exist. No one is normal, no one knows what normal is.. it definitely isn’t what media once showed us, pr what artists sing about. Normal should never be a way to classify or generalize anyone. We all have quirks, flaws, needs and wants and who gives a shit if we don’t all have the same goals or wants in life. People look at people with anxiety, OCD, or any other “analysis” and they tell them they aren’t normal. No one is fucking normal, no one is their sickness, or their obsession. Everyone has ideas, everyone is good at something. No one should have to change loving life, or being passionate by being told to love something else. Or being told that it isn’t normal. I’ve come to hate the word normal, I am definitely not normal and no one should be. If you are shy… by shy. If you are happy go lucky, then go for it. All unless you are full of hate; and anger. There are ways to get over it and I know it takes time to stop hating but, you have to want to let it go. Just know you are free, know you are free to scream at the top of your lungs, you are free to cry it out, you are free to let it go.