Floating

by joanabagano

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Recently, I discovered how I could be a control freak over situations that would rather be left to their own courses, and would play out alright without me laying a finger on them.

I keep finding myself out. That’s a good thing, I believe, because sometimes I don’t really have anyone who would gladly and instantly tell me my flaws. Call it politeness, call it anything you want, but there are moments when we should stop trying to be “nice”, and be honest enough to tell those around us that they have pooped their pants. I am thankful for friends who can tell me I’m still a big mess undergoing cleaning, because honestly, I don’t want to admit it to myself especially when things seem to be going my way.

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