Why was it ever necessary for anybody to conform with society’s norms? Sometimes it makes people feel inadequate, or at times unfit to be in this world. Who ever decided on these norms for one to be considered normal? It’s always on society’s standards, the society who has never accounted for its destruction. Beautiful souls are punished and humiliated meanwhile, vanity is celebrated and embraced. What a waste.
Even brave soldiers have their breaking point. Even generals take their armors and medals off at night, and be mere mortals. Doctors who are heroes to the people that they saved, come home feeling unwanted because of that one patient they couldn’t help. Kings go to bed at night completely vulnerable.
But doesn’t it feel so wonderful, that moment in the morning, before you open your eyes, those very few seconds you don’t know who you are or what you’re supposed to do? A little bit of happiness. Happiness, isn’t everybody giving this word too much credit? Everyone is trying to be just that, and stay just that, but what is it really?
People who have standards are being called proud, selfish, etc. People who have low-no standards are being called sensitive, so in tuned with their emotions. I know that generalization is not fair, because a lot of truly sensitive people have standards too and vise versa. But sometimes, it’s the people who tag themselves with such adjectives to cover up flaws are the problem.