I’ve realized that I was born to be noticed. I have a thing for wanting to mean more than I mean by myself, for wanting to be more than I am.
I have things inside of me that deserves to be noticed.
I have a goodness inside of me. A willingness to sacrifice myself for the greater good. An ability to endure and withstand pain. I have the ability to inspire, to care, to notice, to leave an impression, to impress, to shock, to nurture.
I am terrified of being kept in a cage, forgotten in a box, shoved onto a shelf, gathering dust.
Perhaps that is why I find this new hobby fascinating…
I never knew there are social media websites where you can post your thougths, pictures, deepest wants and desires, but not your face… never your face…