Why do you deny yourself?
Why do you disallow yourself ...
from beauty? from love? from happiness?
I know, I know, It's corny and perhaps even unprofessional, but that's not why you still deny yourself from it, right?
You're scared that perhaps you will look stupid, and that would mean what you've always thought about yourself will come true.
The insecurities are no longer deep seated resentments that you're suspicious about but they become reality.
Perhaps you still persist and express yourself, with all the anxiety still stirring within you.
And all it takes is for someone to confess to you that they're going through the same thing, or maybe even you become the one to confess that and it all evaporates into non-existence, and you're left with a genuine expression of you, in the moment, no knees shaking, no eyes rolling, and the mind not wondering, the heart not anxious, and the soul washed of fear.
Just you in the moment. Also, with someone in the moment. Floating in a collective presence.
Why do you disallow yourself ...
from beauty? from love? from happiness?
I know, I know, It's corny and perhaps even unprofessional, but that's not why you still deny yourself from it, right?
You're scared that perhaps you will look stupid, and that would mean what you've always thought about yourself will come true.
The insecurities are no longer deep seated resentments that you're suspicious about but they become reality.
Perhaps you still persist and express yourself, with all the anxiety still stirring within you.
And all it takes is for someone to confess to you that they're going through the same thing, or maybe even you become the one to confess that and it all evaporates into non-existence, and you're left with a genuine expression of you, in the moment, no knees shaking, no eyes rolling, and the mind not wondering, the heart not anxious, and the soul washed of fear.
Just you in the moment. Also, with someone in the moment. Floating in a collective presence.