Meghanne Sue🌻

Love is a battlefield? No. LIFE is a battlefield. Love is just an underground grenade that you don’t see. BAM! You stepped on it. Life is about growing, taking risks, and learning along the way. Do you ever feel like every time you’re doing well and you’re content, something just has to come alone and ruin it? Every time. Everything is going good for me.. Well, at least I thought so anyways. Job promotion, independent, spontaneously traveling, and meeting new people. Sounds like great achievements, right? But, for some reason I still feel like the world is shooting canons at me. I’m trying to dodge them! Does anybody else notice? Notice my hard work? My strength? My ambition? Maybe people don’t notice because they’re the ones firing the canon. Have you ever thought of that? Have you ever thought people don’t care how far they knock you down? drag you? Lead you on? Yeah, me either.. Because trust. Maybe I’m independent but I don’t know how to live alone? Well, I know how to live alone... But, maybe I’m scared of BEING alone? Am I the only one? I can’t be. It’s not irrational to feel that way.... Is it? Is that why I put up with so much? Why I’m willing to take a bullet, or multiple bullets, just so that I’m not alone? Sounds crazy. Again, LIFE is a battlefield. I guess it’s all about choosing your battles wisely.

It takes a lot to be strong. Sometimes, too much. Strength is desirable. But, why doesn’t anyone desire me? Why do people choose what parts of my life they want to attend and what parts they want to rain check? Why am I an option? It’s not like you’re picking out what color shirt you want to wear. So what if the shirt is a little tight, too big, has holes, or you got a bleach stain on it. If you like the damn shirt, you’ll still wear it. Right? No one said you had to wear it out in public. So, you would still wear it, wouldn’t you? I guess what I’m trying to say is, regardless of the condition of the shirt, you still manage to wear it. You still make time for it. Why is it so hard for people to make time for me? Why do people get to put me in the back of the closet and leave me until they decide to go through it for spring cleaning? Option /äpSH(ë)n/ noun “A thing that is or may be chosen”