BEING YOU


What is life? Who are we? Why were we born?

These are some questions that often baffle me. I wonder if there is a me somewhere out there in another dimension that ask the same questions. There are some things in life that we just know. How we know it or from where we learnt about it is always a mystery. Like, knowing that life is hard for everyone and we just have to be grateful for what we are given or that life will try to knock you down and we just have to get back up and fight. But, inspite of knowing all these, I really find life to be difficult sometimes. It may be the smallest of events, but sometimes it just gets you.
What motivates me during those times are my comfort zones and when I see someone else in pain I share it with them. A hilarious example of this is all those times I tried to comfort people using french fries. I love french fries. They make me happy and puts me in my zone, which makes it my go to item whenever I feel a little down. So when I see someone else a little sad I get them french fries. They might not even like it, but I still do. The reason why I do it, is because french fries makes me happy and if I am happy I can make the other person happy. As silly as this sounds it has often worked out for me, although I should mention that sometimes I also got called the b- word. But none of it mattered because for every one person that hated it, there were ten others who laughed because of it and that was worth it.
So when life gets a little difficult for you or for those around you, make it a little better by being you. By doing what makes you, you. Because there is a reason why you were born the way you were and that reason is what makes you special. We might never find out the answers to all of our questions but we could be thankful for who we are.
Always be your quirky little self.

With all the love in the world

Yours truly,
Butterfly

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