"We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realised they were inside us."
That is true. I do think of myself as a perfect little girl, where I am above everyone else, and that everything and everyone are just monsters, scaring me as I cradle myself to sleep. But that was just an illusion, one that I have been living in for years, until I am able to wake up from this false dimension and appreciate the good aspects of others, and find my own flaws. All these while, all the things that I have done, will no doubt be selfish deeds, one that is objected with the main goal of satisfying me, myself and I. That is what the 'monster' inside me is doing, that is what I am doing.
In this world of reality, there is no other monsters other than us, ourselves. It is what scares us, but the scarier thing is, that some of us may not know of the one in us.
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