Now, that is not fun. But I sometimes have this feeling that "that" is what i've been doing all my life. I think I may have mastered the art already. It's getting old.
But, really, how do you draw the line? How do you measure passivity, kindness, compassion, or love, and weigh it against weakness of character? When is someone ever boundlessly free to express himself without shattering a few relationships in the process?
That is the kind of choice we each make everyday wherenever we open our mouths, make a certain look, or act a certain way.
I think the beauty there lies in the fact that we learn. Experiences make us grow. The sad part is that we lose part of ourselves too. But that, to me, is evolution. They say that the only constant thing in the world is change. That, I'm afraid, is true.
So do I stop walking on eggshells? If I'll have the choice, I think I'm gonna have to learn to fly too.
