I am a highly sensitive person.
For years, this has been a struggle. I used to believe I was alone and somehow broken. I tried being different, and I tested out bold attitudes. Nothing worked. Yes, I could trick a few people and I was somehow proud of that, but THAT was not who I was.
I seemed cold, but I was burning.
I showed confidence, while my hands were shaking.
I voiced words and arguments I never truly believed in.
I looked unconcerned, but I deeply cared.
I was like the others, but I was lacking myself.
From this experience, I’ve learned one thing: Even when I’m not sure of my identity, I still know who I’m not. And I know that there are people like me out there. Maybe this is the reason you clicked on this article.
If that’s the case, hear me out. I know you feel too much. And I know you worry a lot. I know you notice all the physical details and changes in voices. And you care. You always do.
Do you know what artists do?
They feel too much. They worry a lot. They notice and they care.
Instead of hiding your true colors, expose them. BRIGHTLY! Choose your canvas. Write poems. Compose songs. Start painting. Design your clothes. Do what makes you happy. Listen more than you talk. Play what songs you like. Go to places you enjoy. Study Latin if that’s what you love! Adopt a pet. Yes, even an unusual one if you like it.
Just live your life without a mask.
It’s not your duty making everyone like you. Even if it was, that job would be a complete failure. You know why? There’s no thing in the whole world that all the people like.
You’d be shocked, but in real life most people don’t pay as much attention to you as you think. They have their own places to go, their own topics to discuss, their own lives to live.
I am sensitive. And I honestly love that.