In reality, we are all just wonderfully undone.
We walk to and from like we have it all together, a smile on our faces like a bow atop a beautifully assembled gift. But underneath it all, are we not full of doubts, fears, joys, dreams, aspirations, love? Our bodies are vessels for the raw emotion we experience.Â
To think that every single person not only has different thoughts, but different ways of thinking. We are all so wonderfully different yet we all pretend to be the same: normal, happy, sure of ourselves. What if we were to untie the string that we keep ourselves so neatly wrapped in? Would we completely unravel and become so messy that nobody could clean us up? Or would we become so marvellously free that we would never want to keep ourselves wrapped up again?
I'm really not too sure; I've never dared to touch the string that precariously wraps around me, keeping my life so seemingly "together".Â