Nor do I think I should.

Simply put,

My family set my boundaries

As a child….

Now I am an adult,

While my body

Does have a set of requirements,

I myself am tired of obeying.

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I can see how acceptance

Leads to peace.

Makes it clear why war is still

A standard.

People claim its human nature;

But the limits we live by,

The choices we make,

Are set individually

And supported

Wholly by our communities.

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I was but a child when I was told:

Only stupid people write with left,

And so I now I am her right.

But isn’t it time I am my own?

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Contentment with what is given

Grants appreciation,

Even awareness of privileges,

But removes potential for growth.

Isn’t evolution defined by change?

By the willingness to challenge

The automatically given?

Or is that just the nature of living?

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Sure its a given,

I can not change my stripes:

Dyslexia, ADHD,

Even my depression…

Why should I?

These are my given tools

I can use to supersede.

The point is never perfection,

Or being the very best,

Just like there is always suffering worse somewhere,

Comparison is the destruction,

Not the pain or differences.

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Even if society declares it,

That is them setting limits on self,

And sharing it with another.

How many are a tragedy and proclaim:

I could never do the same!

These people may never know,

As if the same could be worn,

They may choose to stop walking,

Simply because they choose limits,

Over possibility,

A breathing death in submission,

Instead of gaining wisdom

Choosing to go through it.

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Now I ask

Do you know the other side?

Are you living?

Nothing that is stays stagnant.

Growth is implied,

Too much to see and be,

To stay shackled with choices,

For even a body can find some gain,

Even if its just walking,

Sharing,

And caring.

That’s the giving exchange,

Precious oxygen intake,

That plants may breathe

On our exhale.

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Remember, depression is caring out of reach.

Personal pains can be another’s blessing,

Even when one is elbow deep in ‘the nothing’.