#multimeaning

I lie in bed each night alone, endlessly scrolling through the internet, Trying to understand the meaning of life, I accomplish nothing but depriving myself of sleep, I shall sit here,  Try not to weep,  Everything will be okay...I promise, I know, you told me ten years ago, You told me everything would be fine and it is. I have a roof over my head, food on my shelves, a love in my heart and I live in a first world country.  I was told that these things mean that I have no right to be sad or depressed or angry or disheartened or pissed off or bored or worried or anxious about every little thing.  That is bulshit. Don’t let anyone tell you that. You have every right to be any mood you are, have been or will be. This life as a white, British, non regionally accented, lives in a nice area, has had a good education, male does has it’s advantages, but no one asks what to be born with. Honestly I’d like nothing more than to have just been born as a cat and sleep all day and sprint around a house all night knocking shit over, but I wasn’t.  Sorry, this wasn’t meant to be a post about race or gender or equality. My point in all of this is that no matter who you are, you....tbf this is becoming an equality post...cool :) SO...No matter who or what you are, whether you are pink, grey, orange, green, a duck, a swan, an elephant, a human, a mouse or a digger, you have the absolute, genyooine right to be whatever the fuck you want to be or to be in whatever mood you are in.  BUT. Don’t ever let your mood or your depression or your rage or sadness stop you from achieving what you want to. You can do it. Honestly and definitely. If a caterpillar can turn into “a bootiful booterfly” then so can you. YOU. YOU are the caterpillar, BE THE BOOTIFOOL BUTTERFLY, I BELIEVE IN YOU AND SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE.