So, mind you, this is a late night post, so if I seem to go on random tangents, that's why. Although, if you're familiar with the blog at all, I'm guessing you're more than familiar with my random tangents. I will, as always, try and wrap it up at the end, so fear not.
I am human. Shocking, I know, but before you start with the sarcastic comments that have popped into your head, hear me out. The reason why I love blogging and why I willfully share my life with the world is that I am, in fact, human. I make mistakes, some small, some not so much. I get angry, moody, happy, and bored. With each post, you get to take a look at what is not only happening in my life, but also what is going through my head. You see my struggles and my triumphs. My victories and defeats. While what you read are words on a screen, the one who put them there is a living, breathing soul who is, in many ways, just like you. So when I share an experience, it is so others, such as yourself, can relate. When I share some epiphanies, it is so you may grow from them as I have. In short, I do this as much for myself as I do for you. This is more than just a digital journal, it is my symbiotic relationship with the rest of the world.
One topic I discuss, both frequently and deliberately, is my ever-struggle with depression. After we lost Robin Williams last year, I decided to make it a point to share that aspect of my life in hopes that others who are battling the same thing that I am know that they are not alone. If I can get through the hard days, so can you. Don't get me wrong-I've gone through hell. I have been pushed, many a time to give up and give in to the darkness. I have been on the brink and fought back because the last thing I would ever do is hurt those who love me. It's not easy. Far, far, far from it. But, as Winston Churchill so beautifully put it: "If you're going through hell, keep going."
What sparked this particular blog post was that I was listening to music on my phone and the song Cool Kids by Echosmith came on. If you're not familiar with it, I highly, highly recommend listening to it. Because, beneath the poppy beat and the angelic voice of the singer lies some of the best lyrics I have ever heard in a song:
"She sees them walking in a straight line/ That's not really her style"
"Nothing in this world could/ Ever bring them down/ Yeah they're invincible, and she's just in the back ground"
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids/ 'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in"
"He sees them talking with a big smile/ But they haven't got a clue"
"Yeah, they're living the good life/ Can't see what he's going through"
"They're driving fast cars/ But they don't know where they're going/ In the fast lane/ Living life without knowing"
"I wish that I could be like the cool kids/ 'Cause all the cool kids they seem to get it/ I wish I could be like the cool kids/ The cool kids"
All my life, I have never been one of the "cool kids". My family didn't have a lot of money, so we didn't have a lot of nice things like all the other kids did. I was also rather short and definitely scrawny for my age; and most of the time I have glasses that were way too big for my face. In high school, I was a library aid and theater tech for three years, and on the newspaper for two. But, by the grace of God, I never fully realized that I was a nerd and thus, hung out with everyone. I wasn't a part of any particular cliche, but I hung out with everyone from the goths to the jocks. From the science geeks to the cheerleaders.
Why? Because I was one of them. No matter who I was with, I was a part of that group. Why? Because, at the end of the day, we're all human. And we're all just trying to figure this life out.
I'll let you in on a big secret: The "cool kids" are just as lost and confused as you are. The cool kids have their struggles and their defeats. Sure, they may seem happier than everyone else, but they're still human. They're still imperfect. And, at the end of the day, they're no different than you.
This also goes for the celebrities that we put on pedestals: also human. So, the next time that you look at a tabloid and see some "shocking revelation" about some famous person, realize that they're just trying to figure out this life too. Realize that they're human and they make mistakes. They just so happen to have a camera shoved in their face 24/7. Would you want a camera in your business day in and day out?
The point I'm trying to make is that we all, in some way, shape or form, are broken. It doesn't matter if the person reading this is in a million dollar mansion or living on the streets. No one, not one, is perfect. So, if these little slivers of my life and the insights I have gained from them help you, then I know that I have served my purpose once more.
So, until next time, take care of yourself and stop beating yourself up. This life is hard enough. You'll get through the storms if you allow yourself. And I can promise you it's quite beautiful on the other side.
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