When the tables turn. Where will you go?

When the tables turn and your luck goes south where do you look to? Are you known to find others for help or to fight your battles..I'm sure that you've heard it all before.,
Yeah.. Yeah, be resilient, be the independent person you are. But why should we? Why in our ordinary lives are we subjected or looked down on if we even hint that we need help?

Perfection so drives us that we hide our emotions even from those closest to us. We tuck you away from the world and hide who we truly are.

Please, don't put on a brave face to want the rest of the world, we were made to be unique and to be kind to one another. So Gosh damn. Ask for help, we are social creatures and need help because we are not perfect like Barbie and Ken but little imperfect pieces to a larger life.

Understand?.

I'm not saying that you can't strive for perfection if that's your preference then reach the stars but it should be personal goals not a social pressure.

So when the tables turn, where will you go in your life, will you take the road less traveled?

Thanks, Guys

-Maddie..

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