I've been doing some thinking these days. I realized I've been caring too much, in a negative way. I worry too much about what people thinks, about how I look in their eyes. Maybe I'm just getting a bit paranoid.
'Those to mind don't matter, those who matter won't mind.' I saw this somewhere some time ago, and it finally makes sense.
We spend a lifetime trying to impress people who are negligible in our lives, due to various reasons. Be it for a promotion or for popularity or because of raging hormones and shit, but really, what are we trying to do? What about those people who are forever on stand-by mode right by your side, forever ready to catch you when you fall?
Sometimes, I feel like I'm chasing some things for no reason at all, or for mere satisfaction. These things constantly roam my mind like they own the place when they don't really worth that amount of anxiety and attention.
So here's to the people who listen to me rant, those who put up with my flaws willingly, those who gave their silence and their advice in late night conversations (and non-late night conversations).
They deserve so much more acknowledgement that I'm giving, and I promise I'll make it up to every one of you.
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