I don't think people realize how fragile I am. Even though I am a fierce leader and a strong writer, I am small. Sure, I can accomplish things, produce things, feel really great about my work. I can be confident, a fucking beast. I can and am all these things, but only when I'm able to impress the people I like the most. I can do anything because I am fearless. Literally, fear of failure is disregarded because I've accepted that success is two seconds away with the support I have.
when someone doubts me, or discourages me, when they come at me with their own harsh reality and tell me that the dream world that I'm living in is, in fact, a rose tinted glass wall that I'm trapped behind, it hurts. They teach me, because they are the wise ones, and I learn because I can't look away. They are the ones with clear vision and experience, and when they say I'm better off doing something else. That fucking hurts.
They told me once and I was fine, I held my ground. But day after day, being badgered with pessimism, my lovestruck-with-life personality cracked. I took the hand that led me from my pretty window to a dingy door.
Even the strongest people, the best creators, can lose their inspiration if the people who they trust don't support their work. But take a god damn fucking moment and realize that everyone's just doing their best to make their favorite people happy.
And in that same moment, think about how we're all small and fragile. If you doubt one person, if you bring them down, eventually, under that stress, he or she won't be the same anymore.
And in that circumstance, you won't be a favorite in the end. And that will fucking hurt. Because you are a fragile mother fucker too.