My attitude used to be screw everything, everything sucks, nothing is worth putting effort into, etc. My attitude used to reflect my apathy. The world used to be a very dark place for me. Always expecting something bad to happen and then saying “yep I knew things would go to shit”. For most of my life I have never been a positive person. My attitude was reflected through the music I listen to, the clothes I wore, how I carry myself, and how I treated the things that were mine. I felt like shit I looked like shit. The music although I still enjoy it to this day, was never positive. If you look at all my t-shirts now, they are all still black. There was no color in my life. Not just talking about clothes. They’re often was not happiness in my life. I might have been laughing but I wasn’t happy. I drank, smoked, put myself at risk of injury, and put myself through mental hell. I never considered that I could make my life much different, much happier.
What is being happy? Is it comfort to be the person you are. Takes a lot of confidence to be yourself in a world where you’re constantly told to be something else. Not just told nearly forced into being something you may not be. From someone who had very little confidence and hated everything, it’s a hard pill to swallow. Being who you are shouldn’t be that way. It’s taken me a long time to realize who I am. I’m still discovering it everyday. I’m finding out that not everything sucks. Good things can come from putting effort into something. New experiences can lead to so much self-discovery. Yeah I won’t like everything, but I’m no longer holding myself back.
There’s color in my life. Flavor to the things I do and see. I’m getting more colorful clothes, listening to more diverse music and liking it, I’m learning to carry myself with more confidence, I don’t treat my stuff or myself like they’re worthless. It took a lot of life changes to make me stop being so negative. Often times it’s hard to not be that way. But there are so many reminders everywhere that I’m paying attention to finally. I am beautiful, I am confident, I am worthy. Color offers variety to life. Not just clothes, but also music, experiencing new things you’ve never done before. Not every day is good but every time I write here, I feel that things are getting better. More often than not I’m happy. I have most of everything I need. The things that I don’t have I’m working on. There is now color to my inner flame.