If you’re feeling down, take time to read this.
I absolutely hate it when people say they wish they didn’t exist. It is one of the things I hate the most in the world. It makes me really angry. When someone says something like that it hits me hard, and I just find myself thinking, they wish they didn’t exist. They think they inconvenience the world with themselves. They think they are either stupid, worthless, useless, weak, ugly, hated, or all of the worst things to think about one's self. But they aren’t. People will always pick you apart for who you are. I know how it feels. It makes you want to hide, and tear yourself apart for being who you are. It makes you want to put on a mask that covers your real beautiful personality. If people were all the same, what a boring world we would live in.
There will always be haters out there. Always. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, there will be haters. If you make a piece of art that everyone seems to love and praise you for, there will be a hater to talk you down and point out the problems. There will always be someone to hate on you. It is how the world is. It doesn’t help when you hate on yourself.
It actually hurts me when someone says they wish they didn’t exist or along that line of word choice. It’s like someone takes a needle and eases it through my lungs and I forget to breathe for a few moments. It hurts and it makes me angry. Everyone has flaws, your flaws make you who you are.
I read something about artists and their art and it goes like this. You are the artist. Your art only looks bad because you’ve stared at it for hours and hours, picked out all the little mistakes, created it, worked on it, maybe torn it, but for someone who is looking at the art for the first time isn’t going to notice. They aren’t going to even care about all the little tears, smudges, little problems, and big problems because they will appreciate the artwork for what it looks like.
Then there are the people who don’t like the art. There may be a lot of people who don’t like the art, there may be few people who don’t like the art, but it doesn’t matter because there will always be someone who appreciates the art. Always. And those are the people you need to show the art to and be lovely masterpieces with no matter how many crinkles or tears, smudges or mistakes. And while you’re at it, appreciate the lonely, sad person who sits next to you in class, whose art is so mysterious, but amazing. Appreciate yourself, because you are the only you, you have.
