She’s like the seasons, that constantly change.

She’s like the earth that takes it’s time to change.

And waits for people to adapt to it‘s change.

She was scared of change.

She was used to always being the same.

Be what people wanted her to be, not what she wanted to be.

Until she entered the age of finding herself.

She is still finding herself. Trying to find who she really is and what’s her role in this earth.

Sometimes she feels lonely and angry, because she doesn’t fit in.

But she thinks, aren’t we supposed to be an original? An individual person?

Or are we supposed to be a copy of someone else?

Aren’t we supposed to like different things?

Have different interest. Have different dreams.

Be different.

Be different.

Be the rebel.

Be the person that “stands above the crowd”.

Be you.

Maybe people won’t accept you and your beliefs at first.

But like humans have adapted to this earth.

People close to you will adapt to you and accept you, for who you are not for a person that wears a mask.

Don’t change to fit in.

We change constantly. For different reasons.

But don’t let that reason be “to be accepted”.

You’ll just alter your fate.

Be proud of who you are.

There is only one.

And that’s you.