poetry, texts, written thoughts

brave enough to feel

Society has a name for everything.

Dictionary upon dictionary full of terms defining other terms explaining what exactly something is or means.
There is a never ending craving for definitions and regulations, for statistics and rules for how something is supposed to be or what a certain word has to mean.

And through this, society triggers a loss of horrific extent: We lose the things that can’t be defined. If what can’t be told in words is not of worth then society has no worth at all.

An acceptance has to start growing that there are things between heaven and earth, feelings, moments, emotions – that can not be simply defined, that can not be put into words and that can not be found in a dictionary.

Some things simply are what they are, you have to experience them yourself in order to understand what they truly mean.

The most important things in life are not defined in dictionarys, they grow their meaning and their significance in the hearts of those who are brave enough to close the books – and feel.

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Behind walls

This world is full of people building walls around them, isolating themselves, shutting everyone and everything out.
We get hurt – we build up a wall

We are disappointed – we build up a wall

We feel alone – we build up a wall

If we go on like this it will resolve in total isolation. But there are so many things which we carry inside of us, that are not supposed to stay behind walls.

Talents are ment to be shared with others, so are emotions and experiences. Humans were not made to be alone. They were not ment to be building walls. Humans are ment to connect their hearts. To profit from one another, to share, to live life together.

Break down your walls, let out what has been held back and you will experience what everyone seeks deeply inside: Freedom and eventually Happiness.
© An Overthinker

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If only you could see with my eyes

Oh how often I wish you could see yourself with my eyes.

See the shining spirit in your eyes, see every single freckle that makes you so unique, see your oh so gentle hands and your fragile figure – soft and beautiful, just like a flower.

In me grows the need to protect you. Protect you from someone plucking you or someone taking your water away or someone stepping into your sunshine. Protect you from being hurt. – I care for you. I care.

And oh if only you could see yourself with my eyes. If only you could see this beauty, this unique creature. If only you could see and love yourself the way I do.

If only that would be the case, I bet you would not only be the most beautiful flower in the field but also the most outstanding, because you would stand upright -knowing your beauty, knowing your never changing value. You would see your true self and would know that you have all the reasons of this world to be proud to be yourself and to love who you are.

Oh if only you could see yourself with my eyes.

 

Dedicated to my best friend and all those who deserve to see themselves with the eyes of their loved ones.

© An Overthinker

 

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Writing slumps

It happened: Everything was just fine and then boom there it was – my writing slump.

I knew this could happen to the reading part of me, but to the writing part? I didn’t know that. I suddenly felt like I ran out of things to write about. Like every time I started to write something it would just be nonsense, unimportant or simply not authentic. So I thought I would just give it a break and sooner or later it will all go back to normal. Here I am four weeks later and it’s still the same. But here I am: writing.

I came to the realization, that next to all the things that are going on in our lives, it is easy to cut of the things that we do just for fun, the things we do by choice. When life happens, those things are left out and its hard to include them in your daily life again once they have been excluded. So here I am writing. Still not entirely inspired but I made a choice: I chose to write even if I don’t feel like it. Because I realized: if I don’t write I’m ignoring a piece of who I am and what makes me happy.

So to who ever is reading this right now, who can relate – here is my message:

Do what you love and what you’re good at, even if you don’t feel like it, because it makes you who you are! And don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it happens to all of us!

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