Honestly…
Instead of going in and playing my role, I’d rather sit idly and wonder about how hard life could go. I am convincing myself how I don’t fit the role.
I’m a coward.
Instead of talking about how I feel, I’d rather shut it and shyly wait for the feelings to fade away. I don’t think they matter.
Coward, right?
Instead of asking people what's wrong, I'd rather silently observe and hesitate even to help out. Maybe, I might get things even worst.
Yes, that's cowardice.
Instead of sharing what is going on with me, I'd rather keep it to myself. People in the world have enough troubles; they don't need more from me.
Coward.
Such cowardice. Such pride. We are all cowards. We shrink away from things we are not able to grasp. We hate the feeling of not knowing, of not being able to see through, of too much, of less than. We want things to be just right, but there is no such thing as 'just right' in this world.
We hate honesty but we despise lies. Such pride. Such ego.
We are all cowards.
I am a coward.
