Reality is as gray as it is dull. Life isn't colorful; it's filled with highs and lows. Most turn to substances like drugs or alcohol. People think they crave adrenaline, hence they indulge. On one hand, that might be true given the circumstances. On the other? Perhaps it's because individuals feel misunderstood, others face too much pressure, some try to find themselves under numerous masks. They sit alone in their rooms at night and ask, 'Who am I?' But is this statement of the theory correct? Indeed, various questions and answers swirl in our minds—both good and bad. But let's ask ourselves one crucial question: 'Am I satisfied with myself?' It's not about conforming to others' opinions; it's about being content with oneself. We are humans; who will remember what we did years ago? It's better to do what we love rather than what we were forced into, isn't it?
People destroy each other, pretending to be a perfect family while there are screams, physical and mental harm at home. Friends? Put them to the test, and you'll see who is fake. The same goes for our interests.
If you don't want to, don't search for your limits. But if you don't want to, efforts are in vain.
Most want to pursue their dreams, but they come from a place where dreams get lost in the haystack. Some lose faith in themselves but continue. Well, you could say they conquer phobias, even if they're not brave. That's called courage. Looking at the present, few possess it. The question 'What will others think of me?' always lingers. We must understand, we only live once; we need to make the most of it.
Everyone is damaged inside, even when everything seems fine. Mental health is similar to cancer; they say everyone has it, but you have to awaken it. The same goes for our psyche. Sitting alone in a room, isolating from people, and numbing emotions can be unhealthy at times.
Sure, it's also often an escape, but is it right? Everyone needs their ray of hope—could be a friend, a pet, or a parent. It depends on the person and how they perceive their ray of hope.
The worst escape, however, is self-harm. Inflicting harm on oneself in dark times is like a drug; try it once, and each time it gets worse. There will be another desire to hurt oneself, more and more. We see ourselves as the worst, unloving, cold, emotionless, sadistic. But in every person, there's at least a glimmer of hope. The question remains in the mind and heart, a stronger desire to stop. You can set yourself on fire, cut yourself, or destroy yourself without asking for help.
And the worst thing one can do?
Is not ask for help.
Because everyone screams inside and calls for help but is afraid to ask out loud. 'Don't make any mistakes and don't change the spacing.