Humans of Bukit Bintang [Malaysia]

A Letter to Humans

I need to learn to love myself wherever I may be, any place, any space in time.

I need to respect my existence, my spot on earth.

To respect the years I've lived and the things that had to happen to me so that time might move forward and life might happen to those that surround me.

To respect the Butterfly Effect of All Things.

To respect the unpredictability of human existence, and the predictability of THAT.

I need to learn to bring closer to myself the things I own, that I've acquired through work – hard or easy – and to understand the beauty of having belongings and belonging to things in return.

I need to give credit to the people in my life – the ones who stay even when they don't have to, the ones who left because they just couldn't. The ones that tried to understand my demons and the ones that ran away in terror. The ones that are like me and those that aren't.

The bottomless pit of love and goodness that is the human heart, and the limitations of that very same soul.

I need to forgive. Myself for my fallibility, others for theirs.

To understand the sameness that we all possess, manifested only in emotions that, whether we accept it or not, bind us together.

We all love and hurt and rejoice and mourn in the same way.

The flowers don't bloom for me, but they wouldn't be as important if not for my existence.

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Last weekend, my friends humored me and tagged along in one of my creeping sessions, this time at Bukit Bintang in KL. I learned that there were two types of people: those who smile and attempt to make a connection with me after/before I snap their photo, and everyone else.




















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