I thought I think too much

I have learned early in life the easiest thing to say is "yes". I have heard it from you the most. I have seen how satisfied he was when you said "yes". "Who is this little thing, sad eyed with her little knuckles white as sheet holding her dignity?" I know back then he was doing all he can to drown your courage to say "no". And you couldn't bare to look at him, straight in his eyes. While all he did was look straight past the warrior hidden inside you. Spit on your eyebrows, he mockingly said, "Who is this little sweet face, pretending to stand tall as the mountains?" I know how he treated you like you're a toy. And we were pieces of insignificant puppet in his convoluted dollhouse. I know how you covered me, braced yourself up and stood straight, weakly shouting "no!" He looked at you annoyed. "Who is this little ungrateful piece of trash, her voice so vain and her cry so somber". I know I

You know how everybody else's first word was "yes"? And yours was "no". They looked at you funny. "Who is this little thing, wide eyed with her little knuckles balled into a fist?" You know back then everybody was trying to get you to say "yes"? And you looked at them straight into their eyes and kept saying "no". They looked at you laughingly. "Who is this little cutie, eyebrows so strong  it formed a mountain?" You know how they tried to give you dolls so you would give in and say "yes"? And you stood up straight, feet planted like roots of a banyan tree, and you shouted "no!". They looked at you annoyed. "Who is this little brat, her voice so little but her roar so loud?" You know how you were a tiny human of only two? And I watched how at that moment you grasp the world by your hands. Realizing what you believe is what you're fighting for. Knowing your sights are fixed to the top of th

Look, I expect nothing much from this road that I have chosen. I have always been one to be just okay with whatever is in front of me. Or with whoever is beside me. Or whatever they're doing around me. Ok well, maybe that's a little lie. Fine, that's a lot of lies. I'm human. I have expectations. I have made peace with that. I have made peace with how intricate my train of thoughts are. I have navigated the little nooks and crannies of my imperfect logic. I have grown to know and learned to love the many biases I came across. Or so I thought. I thought I have held my views and principles so close to my heart that it became who I am. I thought that there is no way I would ever doubt what I feel or what I see. Or that I would start to question if I'm being hopeful or naive. If I'm being overly idealistic or it's the truth. I guess, that's the core of the problem. That I'm surrounded by too many truths. And in the process I h