The Quiet Ones
You can’t measure someone bassed on the amount of words they say, quiet people are often the ones with the most words, and the loudest opinions.
Through my head a million thoughts race every second, new ideas and storys every day. I speak through my writing, I explain not only to the world, but to myself what I’m constantly going through, and with every word written I begin to understand more about myself. It’s the most beautiful form of therapy I’ve ever found. I may not talk to people as much as I should, or at least could, but here is a safe space. Everyday when I open a fresh google doc it’s like opening up a door to freedom, a world where I can let my thoughts flow, and my fingers dance across keys in a space where no one can judge me.
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I read all the time thirty eight books and counting for this year, and I have over three hundred in my room, at this point I know most of the Half Price Books emplyes by name, that says something. I would live in a library if given the choice, because in every book lies a new story to uncover, a new world to visit, yet another place to escape to when things become too much. Words are my world, though at school I only say them to select people.
However there’s one girl who I would give all my words to in a heart beat, I trust her with my whole heart, we’ve been friends since sixth grade, and I admired her with a passion since third grade when we first met. I’m insanely lucky to have her, and would do anything for her, everyone who knows me knows that we a inseparable, and nothing can change that. She’s quiet too, we both have our own problems to shoulder, but we share our silence together, we don’t have to be perfect, but we are there when the other needs a shoulder to cry on. She writes too, she has an amazing book that she let me read. She is the reason I started reading, and writing, and quickly it became something I’m known for.
I might be quiet, but I’m sure I’ve read more books and wrote more words than over half my school. Words don’t always have to be spoken, sometimes quiet people are just waiting to find someone who can be quiet with them. Inside of everyone hides a child hiding in the corner waiting for someone to sit with them, not to change them, not to help them, not to solve their problems, just to sit, and listen when they decided to talk. Not everyone will find this person, but you can be that person for yourself too, you can let yourself be quiet when life is too much, and understand yourself even when no one else has the time to. Letting yourself be inperfect is the art of learning how to understand your needs, and your life, you can’t make yourself into the person others confide in when you can't confide in yourself first. To be understood you have to understand, and vice versa.
All anyone wants is to be perfect, but no one can be, the only perfection humans can achieve is found when you truly love yourself for who you are and what you stand for, and knowing yourself is only one piece in this giant puzzle that we call life.
