We are literally just one person. We have friends, we have family, we have children. But is there ever really a ‘we’ to begin with? It’s nice to have people looking out for you, but nobody can really get inside your mind and feel exactly how you feel at that exact moment you feel it. It’s scary how lonely life can be sometimes, even when surrounding yourself with loved ones. We’re made to feel like our lives should always be moving forward. That we need to be taking direction. That we need to be strong. Confident. Friendly. In less conventional ways, we are told how to live our lives before we even get a chance to imagine it the way we desire.
We’re told to work. We’re told to go to school. We’re told to buy a house. To get a mortgage. To excel at our job. Sometimes I feel like those ‘rules’ of life are what brings us down. Why live a life doing what you’ve been told to do? Why can’t we break away from conventional modern life and do what our heart desires? To do what makes us happy. Maybe I just want to write. Maybe I just want to take photos. Maybe I want to travel and maybe money doesn’t matter to me. Maybe. I mean – who knows? It’s hard to dig beneath every layer, every thought, every moment and dig right down to the bones – it’s hard to find exactly what it is that makes life yours.
I remember in my old work place having a group discussion with my manager and a few of my colleagues. I’ll always remember the line my manager said “.. yeah, because nobody really wants a wallflower do they?”. It really stuck with me. Why doesn’t anyone want a wallflower? Some people are born shy. Some people can’t speak as loud as others and some people aren’t great at standing above the crowd. But that doesn’t mean that they are weak. It doesn’t mean they don’t have anything to say. It means they deem their thoughts worthy and gentle enough to stay put. Daisy is loud. She’s unruly and quite simply crazy. I love it and I love her for just being her. No matter what she grows up into – I’m going to be proud. As long as she is happy.