Sometimes I get annoyed that people dont understand me, but then I remind myself that we are all different and we cant fully get each other, and thats okay. In fact I love that we are all different, and that other people are not like me. It reminds me of a poem I wrote when I was younger and still remember. Short and sweet and too the point;
If the world were just like me,
a boring place it would be
but instead we are not the same;
a different tongue, a different name,
a different a race, a different face
If the world were just like me
a boring place it would be
the younger me had such a simpler mind. Its kind of beautiful to think I could use my own advice 10 years later...
