#negativityvspositivity

I have realized something. It doesn't matter how much negative you think is in you life that is not created by you, but the truth is most negativity comes from within. It's just the reflection of yourself in other people that you see and think is coming to get you. The more enlightened I become, the more I see where people go wrong. They allow negativity into their lives. They believe things like being alone is negative, when in truth being alone brings you closer to yourself in every way. If you dislike the face in the mirror so bad, then walk away from the mirror and change the picture instead of continuing to stare. I used to be one of those people who thought the world was out to get them and that all my decisions were the right ones, it was just other people who kept messing my life up. But then I chose to look deeper, because I changed my location and the people around me still had the same reactions they always did. I realized that it was me, not them. It hurts me because there are people out there who think this way. Some of them need a wake-up call, and all of them need support to see that sometimes they are wrong. "We all have demons. I just choose to Feed Mine." This is the source of my inspiration today. Its a cute quirky quote on the outside, but upon deeper inspection it made me think that if you stopped feeding the demons, they would die. Then I came into the realization that I had stopped feeding my demons. They had died, and all I wanted for my friends and people close to me was the same thing. For their demons to die and for them to just be happy in life. But I understand the clinging sadness; it is a parasite that winds its way through your core until it not longer clings to you, but you to it. You can't let go of this darkness because it is all consuming. It promises the light in sidesteps and sways, but never really delivers. Of course when true happiness strolls in and asks for nothing but your hand, you shove the gesture away, frightened because darkness has taught you that nothing comes for free; least of all what we always wanted. You cling to the dark so much that when it truly comes time to let go, you refuse, though everyone you know tells you the dark is dead and try in futile attempts to pry your fingers off of the corpse. You know that this is just a fake attempt and the darkness lives on inside of you. I understand being 'different' or pushing societal boundaries, but your point has no validation unless you are happy outside of those boundaries.