Live For Ft. Drake | The Weeknd

I’m weird.

I am. I get it.

I’m weird, different, strange, abnormal, whatever you want to call it. I don’t think necessarily in a bad way, but just in a way that makes people hard sometimes. Because sometimes it just feels like I’ll never get them.

I mean I get them. I try to see where people are coming from. The reasonings behind their actions. The goals they’re trying to reach. The fears that are holding them back. The strengths that they don’t even know they have. But it’s hard for me to understand why people do what they do. Or rather, it’s hard for me to accept it.

Because I can’t accept people’s choices sometimes. I can’t accept when they choose to not be as incredible or as amazing or as beautiful as I know they can be. I can’t accept it when people choose limit themselves or their world. And I can’t understand it.

But the thing is I can’t see what people can’t see.

And I can’t see what I can’t see.

And I’m wondering if I ever will. I’m wondering if this “Go Go Go! Push it! Take it to the next level” voice mutes out everything else. I'm wondering if I take things so far that I’ll end up in a place where no else is around. 

I’m beginning to wonder if maybe no one else feels this same surge that I do. That maybe they don’t feel the same fire. That when they hear “this is the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for”, they don’t feel this pulse. This accelerated undeniable pulse that comes when you hear someone describing your definition of “epic”. I’m sure there are people that hear that line and feel nothing.

But then again, there are shit tons lines that I hear and feel nothing too.

I guess that’s why they invented headphones.

I just wish they could somehow show you who else is wondering around the city listening to the same track as you on repeat.

So you could experience it together.