Narratives

 There are some narratives that we keep repeating to our selves all our lives. We create a world in our mind and try to perfect every aspect of that make believe in real life.

I must be eloquent. 

I must write poetry. 

I must be a dreamer. 

I must be kind. 

Such is the nature of my relationship. 

This is how it’s supposed to be.

 But honestly it’s not. As humans we perhaps have the greatest gift of all creation, to change. We, in our selves, are dynamic and the things we keep telling ourselves about how it’s supposed to be are the lines we keep drawing to compress the entirety of our being into a cardboard box. Boxes are made to hold things not souls. You weren’t meant for a box. No one is. You don’t have to convince yourself of a narrative your teenage self wrote for you. Hell, you don’t even have to hold yourself accountable for something you said yesterday. You’re learning. You’re changing, feeling and experiencing new things everyday. 

It’s okay to rewrite your narrative. Please don’t feel ashamed or like you’ve let yourself down. By understanding that you’re evolving you’re upholding all that you swore to be and more. Go ahead and weave another story. Be someone else with different interests and perceptions. Please don’t forget that in every narrative you have promised yourself that you’ll be happy.