What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean I’m over cause your gone.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
Being away and out of a comfort zone always offers one a sense of clarity. Perhaps its the solitude, or the mere unfamilarity of being in a foreign place.
Some yearn for adventure, to explore and discover something new. Others learn to appreciate what they have back home when they are deprived of everything taken for granted on a daily basis. Yet there are others still, like me, who simply basks in the fresh air and the space, away from the vices one usually surrenders to.
With each breathing moment away from home, every virtue only illuminated. A clean slate, where the only impression others may perceive you as are as much as you’d like to portray. No games, no confusion. A purely clean slate and a fresh face.
The true definition of innocence.
Innocence, so overrated yet so unappreciated. How many truly remember the days where we could be curious and genuinely interested in learning something new? No, now, at this day and age, we strive for knowledge and through understanding rather than experience, feel that we know all we need to.
Innocence, when life was a little less complicated, and we didn’t know better. With nothing to complain about, because there was nothing to compare to.
Innocence, a place where love was never painful. Where our parents’ love, our friends acceptance and our self-confidence were all we needed to feel emotionally content.
Innocence, when we were not burdened by the harshness of reality – where we could seek refuge under the sheets and block out all the sounds.
Innocence, where nothing else mattered, and growing up was a dream, not inevitable.
Innocence. The friend I never had.