The entire reason I started this blog was to prove that perfect people do not exist. In the world we live in perfection is what many humans strive to be and live for. I lived a great deal of my life trying to be perfect and I was unhappy with myself for that reason alone. I no longer care because I know I will never be perfect. I will never 100% love everything about myself. I am not always going to look pretty, have nice hair/skin/body or perfect grades. I feel like every human being should come to that realization. You will like yourself more when you do.
This is just my digital diary, so it’s meant to sound deep, personal, and emotional. If that is not your cup of tea, then do not waste your time reading. If you are racist and narrow-minded, then you absolutely will not like what I have to say, so do not waste your time reading it. I want you to see the layers of a human. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I am just using myself as an example. All my bad qualities lie within every other human being too. In some people, the good outweighs the bad though. I have one of the world’s cleanest reputations. I am not a fan of anyone that does bad things. I want whoever reads this blog to track my progress.
In society today, everyone is obsessed with the results rather than the progress. I value progress more than actual results. It shows someone’s true character. It shows resilience. In my opinion, it is more impressive to see how someone overcame one’s own hardships than the actual battles themselves. Honestly, this could end up being nothing and that’s fine too. I’m writing this for myself.
I wrote this in a way to reflect on how criminals act because I am tired of bad things happening in the world we live in. Also, I wrote it in that way mainly to scare people away who do not take the time to read what I write. Most people have short attention spans and sincerely do not care. Personally, I would never commit a crime. I have one of the hardest lives and I cannot understand what would possess someone to ruin other people’s lives. I do not have the heart to hurt anyone. I am just sick of negative stereotype and stigma people have against Muslims in the United States. I wrote it the most authentic way I possibly could, so anyone who actually cares can understand why I am the person I am today. I sincerely just want people to stop the hatred. I do not respect people who discriminate against anyone for their race, religion, ethnicity, sexual preferences, or gender. Sadly, world peace will never be a thing though.
On a happier note, I’ve learned a great deal working for the federal government. Although many people think the worst, I still try to have faith in the system. Our government is incredibly busying protecting the people, investigating hundreds of crimes, and striving to stop criminals in every field of work. Most people, myself included, are more focused on ourselves to notice these things. I never would have become a more aware, detail-oriented, and resilient person if I did not work for the government.
Writing is therapeutic for me, so I just feel better coming clean about everything. During my time at the federal government my job was to create databases and this functions as one too. I want this to be a relatable experience for others who may have come across the same hardships. Some familiar faces from my past have reached out to me, so it’s a nice feeling knowing other people can relate to my situation. If I can wake up everyday and still find happiness in my life, then you can too. By the end of this blog, if it ever ends, I hope whoever reads it sees who I truly am.
Every human being should be proud of themselves. As much as I am doing this for my Mom, I am doing it for myself too. A post a day keeps the therapist away. There is a method behind the madness maybe you will see the story unfold or maybe it never will. I always find it funny how some people unintentionally make assumptions; a thing that is accepted as true or as certain to happen, without proof. Rather than asking questions, others just fill in the gaps themselves and make their own conclusions. And that 100% okay with me.
Anyways, my hair is a frizzfest right now and I have no desire to get ready/look pretty for Colleen’s surprise party.
Hope everyone has a lovely weekend!