There is a difference between passivity and rebellion. A difference between negligence and attentiveness. A difference between action and inaction. If a person were to step on your foot, what would you do? Would you rapidly turn your head and start screaming profanities? Would you let them walk away without repercussions? This minor situation has a seemingly simple array of conclusions. You either convey your emotions accordingly or allow them to bubble within your being.

My community (in actuality, lack thereof) has taught me to let my emotions be confined. When you are expected to force a smiling face in the midst of destruction, you become desensitized to the bitterness that is actively accumulating within you. When you are constantly being belittled and shown that you are inferior to those around you, you start to believe that you are truly less of a human being. When you trip and fall, you are expected to get up immediately and keep on trudging down your path, even when you are bleeding and headed for disaster.

My inaction of conveying my feelings has slowly deteriorated my sense of confidence. The lack of emotional support from a community has led me to seek a more divine source of comfort. It has allowed me to carefully delve into the realm of imaginative possibilities. I am able to imagine myself in a reality where everything is ideal to my aspirations and act upon them in order to realize my quintessential potential.