My Life Through A Vivid Perspective

I feel worthless without high grades or some kind of academic recognition. I’ve meshed my identity into them. What if they were suddenly taken away? Would I be prepared to be naked in front of people? I couldn’t bear the looks of disappointment on their faces. I’d be stripped of honor, of privilege, of worth, or heck maybe even my dignity.  I’d die right then and there.

I see my friends progressing forward and I long to soar with them. Why is that life is more like pulling me back?

gracebabcockwrites:

if every word you speak 
is a performance
and every step you take
is a dance,
are you human
or are you
a work of art?