Some Called Me a Coward.

I try to be open about my life and feelings. When I was younger I was teased, picked on, and even bullied for being a sensitive male.

Some people called me a coward, some called me a girl, some said that I was a sooky baby, and other names designed to make me learn fast that being meek, real, and good was in some places not acceptable to your peers etc.

I remember being a young lad completely lost wondering why society didn’t want me to cry when I was sad, or didn’t want me speaking my heart etc. People can shame us in front of others just because we care and are being real.

Society, even teenager peer pressure, has a “popular image” for us to conform to. It changes from decade to decade, country to country, city to city, etc. If we don’t conform we can be shamed for wanting to be who we really want to be.

The world is not our opportunity when we have to depart from what is naturally the most important thing in our hearts.

When we are children we have lots of dreams and ideas of what we want in life, what we will do, and what will happen. Our whole life should be thinking like that.

People say that the “cold hard facts of reality” hit us and we must give up our hopes and dreams for a job, and life that will never make us happy inside.

The reality is that society has created a model of the society accepted human being and we are taught and expected in some variation to be that person. This way no boats get rocked and conformity within strict rules and people’s expectations has us being someone who we don’t want to be, and living a life that we don’t want to have.

I highly recommend that every person do some deep serious thinking about this, and even have your own personal reformation, a revolt, a revolution =j, a breaking free and a search inside to discover the child that society never allowed to grow up inside you.
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All the best from
James M Sandbrook.
‎Wednesday, ‎18 ‎May ‎2016, ‏‎9:55:00 AM.