Everyone always says as time goes on things get easier. Yet, my whole life I sit around waiting for things to get “easier” and nothing ever does. I still find myself struggling everyday for acceptance, reassurance, and unconditional love. Every single day I am turned down in a new way, I am judged for a new imperfection. Everyday I am found out to be more and more imperfect. Life, it is something I cannot comprehend with. The human race is something I will never be able to keep up with. I struggle with my very own thoughts more and more every single day. Just searching for the real me. Searching for the reason that I am on this challenging planet. The universe has a funny way of putting everything, day by day I try to stand, and just put one foot in front of the other. Some days are better than others. Some days I can smile and not have to wonder why, and other days I can smile, and I find myself asking “Whats the point?”

I am a seventeen year old young girl, living in a very old world filled with wiser, discrimination, racist, judgemental, cruel, cocky, arrogant people. I find myself struggling to keep up with others thoughts, and with others actions. I often find myself blaming things on me, for even that in which I do not do. I find myself trying to find a purpose in this world. I set my goals, I set my standards; yet, I am never good enough for any of these creations that stand before me. People stand around acting like they know each other, like they know me, like they know themselves. Nobody can quite understand that the beings that stand about trying to be, is who they really are. I for one try to act prettier or more beautiful then I really am. I try way to hard on myself everyday, in desperation to feel attractive, and to feel as if I am being noticed. I sit around ranting all day long about my life and how miserable I am. In doing this all I do is create more reasons to rant and act as if my life is miserable.

I am slowly learning I am not the only one with problems. Everyone has their trials, and everyone has their challenges. We are not alone in this great big world, no matter how much we try to say we are. We are all the same, in different ways. We all believe in a greater being, or a symbol to worship so we feel we have a reason or a purpose. We sit around all day writing, drawing, painting, or taking pictures just so we can feel that we are creative in someway, to feel as if we do have something to show off. We work our asses off day in and day out, just trying to earn money so we don’t end up on the streets. Every single day is a struggle for all of us.

The day people realize how similar we all are, is the day life will be easier for all of us together. There is no such things as “originality”. Just be yourself, stop caring, stop worrying, stop faking. Today walk outside, say hello to a neighbor. Go to the store and restore smiles as you walk past those people with frowns upon their faces. One smile can light up a whole room, if you believe in it. Be happy, for you, because you are you.