I Accept People As They Are
It's kind of weird in someway but tbh that's how it is. I accept everyone no matter what, and that is what is wrong with me. The fact that I always believe in the goodness in the most wicked souls out there, no matter what they have done or how they constantly show how their intentions are far from being good, I would always believe in the "goodness inside the evil". I know I cut a lot of people off my life but I needed to do so at one time so I would be able to progress as a human being and move on to work hard on my dreams and aspirations.
But idk what's wrong, I seemingly accept literally everyone and believe in how beautiful and amazing creatures they are. Like she could be that one girl who always sits by herself and plug in her headphone or read a book and rarely ever smiles or talks to anyone, completely insecure about herself or possibly depressed to her bones but still I would believe in how amazing she is.
Or that guy who works twice as hard as everyone else while they do nothing but make jokes at him behind his back for how he is always on the grind working his arse off to make his dreams a reality, surprisingly I would stand up to him to and ask people to just stfu as these people would usually be my college mates (I pass on friendships..) so they just choose a different topic to talk about.
My point is, I don't care what your colour, ethnicity, cult, past or sexuality is. I accept everyone for who they are despite their imperfections as I never really see them as imperfections, rather beauty. How could someone pack up all these scars on their arms and try to hide it but some slip outside the long sleeve as the weather is too hot and they thought pulling up their long sleeve just a bit to cool down won't show anything but it did, or how they just put all their energy on themselves because they tried to talk to people and communicate with others and make friends or fall in love have left them with nothing but more scars inside out. These people are the best people out there, because at one point they chose to be driven by emotions, feelings and believe in the beauty of this world which what made them vulnerable, and what's more beautiful that the good old-fashioned kind-hearted rare breed of people who help everyone with a genuine warm smile on their faces..
But idk what's wrong, I seemingly accept literally everyone and believe in how beautiful and amazing creatures they are. Like she could be that one girl who always sits by herself and plug in her headphone or read a book and rarely ever smiles or talks to anyone, completely insecure about herself or possibly depressed to her bones but still I would believe in how amazing she is.
Or that guy who works twice as hard as everyone else while they do nothing but make jokes at him behind his back for how he is always on the grind working his arse off to make his dreams a reality, surprisingly I would stand up to him to and ask people to just stfu as these people would usually be my college mates (I pass on friendships..) so they just choose a different topic to talk about.
My point is, I don't care what your colour, ethnicity, cult, past or sexuality is. I accept everyone for who they are despite their imperfections as I never really see them as imperfections, rather beauty. How could someone pack up all these scars on their arms and try to hide it but some slip outside the long sleeve as the weather is too hot and they thought pulling up their long sleeve just a bit to cool down won't show anything but it did, or how they just put all their energy on themselves because they tried to talk to people and communicate with others and make friends or fall in love have left them with nothing but more scars inside out. These people are the best people out there, because at one point they chose to be driven by emotions, feelings and believe in the beauty of this world which what made them vulnerable, and what's more beautiful that the good old-fashioned kind-hearted rare breed of people who help everyone with a genuine warm smile on their faces..
