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The Girl // City and Colour
Tell Her You Love Her // Echosmith (acoustic cover via 8tracks)

When we're kids, we get used to the same scenery, the same people, the same routines. Well, most of us anyways. We get into a cycle, habits that get us through our short days and long nights and we are invincible. We are so wrapped in our security blankets, heads resting on pillows fluffed with the fibs our parents and the media tell us about society, about the world. 

They tell us that whatever we want to be, we can be. In some aspects that's true. What they don't tell you is that in order to be somebody you need to know somebody, start off somebody, or work your body to the bone to become somebody. But being somebody takes so much more work than we will ever be prepared to face. In school they don't teach us about life they teach us about numbers and letters and the mistakes people made in the past. They don't teach us how to fix the faults society has made so the next generation and the one after and the one after that are better off than we are. We have to figure out those things on our own after they push us from the nest, but they push us when we're unprepared and for the most part, we plummet for a little bit. It is by our own means that we start to fly (hypothetically of course), it is by our own words that we form the relationships we intend to keep.

They don't tell you that you're going to feel heartbreak and you're going to hate yourself at one point or another. They don't tell you just how cruel the world can be when you finally get pushed from the nest, not until you're a teenager and you care and you begin to realize that the pillow that was once stuffed with lovely thoughts and comforting words is now filled with bricks and man oh man, does it hurt your head after a while. 

I'm glad though. I'm glad for those years of sheltering and cocoon like safety because had we not all had them, we wouldn't be opinionated. We wouldn't have woken up. We probably would go our whole lives believing every single thing our parents ever told us, no matter how wrong. Or, we wouldn't trust anything, anybody. The world would seem so apocalyptic if the comfort of our bedding never changed and we never grew into individuals. 

The world hurts, I am realizing that slowly, but it is blissful and beautiful if you walk through it in the right lighting, with the right mindset. I'll be the first to admit that I am a deeply cynical human being, but I'm just cynical enough to appreciate the world. 

PS. Thanks mom and dad for keeping me sheltered, and pushing me when I wasn't ready.