Freedom.

Here’s what freedom means to me. It means trying out new things, drinking, smoking, being weird, doping, roaming around at midnight, traveling with my friends, breaking a few rules, experiencing new things and just being my crazy self before I kick the bucket.

But it also means not being questioned, criticized and judged for everything I do. It means not having people give me filthy looks and sneering at me for enjoying my life, trying to make me change and giving me ultimatums if I don’t. Yes, some of the things I do might offend you. But isn’t that what life is  about? Isn’t it about making memories, going places, seeing new things, having experiences and living instead of just existing? Yes, I might make mistakes and things may go wrong. But these​ decisions that I make are what define me. These decisions are what make me unique. These decisions are what shape my future. And I decide to be free. So stop trying to change my definition of freedom to accommodate with your definition of it.

Love,

A teenager.

An open letter to teenagers.

Dear fellow teenagers,

It’s scary that so many of us become shy, anxious, extremely emotional and depressed as we grow up. All the social pressure, stress and hormonal changes builds up into this strong and unstable feeling in our throats, that feeling that chains us up as we struggle to break free, that feeling where we can’t see beauty in ourself anymore, that feeling when you spill the contents of the puzzle box.

Believe me when I say; deep down, it’s fine that we don’t want to try anymore. Because let’s be honest; what’s the use of breaking free when we are going to be imprisoned, again and again, over and over again. But life doesn’t end with one person feeling alone or scared or depressed. Unfortunately, so many people believe that it does. And sadly, some people perish because of it.

So, pick up the puzzle pieces that you dropped. Spend your time putting the pieces together. Stop running around with it safely tucked away inside the box. Believe me, you will see the big picture when the day comes. Believe me, it will be beautiful. It will be all you ever asked for and more. It will make you inherently happy and satisfied. 

You are not worthless. You are not a monster when negativity hits you like a brick. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You are not any of the things people say that you are. Diamonds are under pressure before they are beautiful, gold has to go into a furnace before it shines. Remember, beauty is not something that you see or touch. It is the feeling when you find the puzzle pieces fitting together. There is beauty in everything and everyone.

So look closely.

Love,

A teenager.

First blog post

This is the post excerpt.

Hello internet!

Since this is my first blog post, I think introductions are in order. I’m Celestine (big name, I know), first of her name, breaker of stereotypes, cursed with sarcasm, queen of the friendzone, protector of the realm of animals, surfer of cat memes, unapologetically flaunting my flaws.

I am the kind of person who believes in enjoying the moment that I have currently instead of regretting things of the past or worrying about the future. All I try to do is prepare myself to face any awkward situation that comes across my way. Adults are strange, but I’m cool with it. I love reading and I write when I can. I’m an introvert and a very awkward human.

Thank you for taking the time to go through my blog.

Love,

Celestine.