Am I Really Missing Out?
Am I Really Missing Out? When I cling to my principles, am I missing out? When I hold tight to my morals, am I missing out? In this generation where everything is casual dating, sex, marriage, abortion name it, everything is easy, everything disposable. And often, those who still believe in something, who still draw lines, who still say no when everyone else says “why not,” were called boring. Loner. Left out. But what is it to miss out , anyway? The crooked thrills? If that’s the prize, call me names. I’d rather miss out than make a fool of myself, twisting into shapes just to fit your perverted sense of morality. Call me boring but I rather not give a fck! Because satisfaction, real happiness doesn’t come from keeping up. It comes from standing firm. And if that makes me boring, then boring must be brave.