We’re all Paper, We’re all Scissors

Because even though we thinks we can hold countless of ideas and idealism the way a paper hold an idea… we are fragile and vulnerable, easily rumpled and shredded even with the bluntest of knifes.

Still we cut each other up, pretending we are mighty, even though we know how it hurts. Perhaps we can’t stop being like papers. But perhaps we can stop trying to be so tough, so mean, so easy to judge and cut meaningless patterns.

Because it doesn’t take much to realize that sometimes, we are all quite similar after all.

And one of the main reasons for this post is because I want to share Kacey  Musgraves’ beautiful song Somebody To Love, where the lyric is just so very… true. (In fact, the title is inspired by it)

We’re all hoping, we’re all hopeless
We’re all thorns and we’re all roses
We’re all looking down our noses at ourselves
We’re all flawed and we’re all perfect
We’re all lost and we’re all hurting
And just searching for somebody to love

We’re all liars, we’re all legends
We’re all tens, that want elevens
We’re all trying to get to heaven, but not today
We’re all happy, we’re all hatin’
We’re all patiently impatient
And just waiting for somebody to love

We’re all good, but we ain’t angels
We all sin, but we ain’t devils
We’re all pots and we’re all kettles
But we can’t see it in ourselves
We’re all livin’ ’til we’re dying
We ain’t cool, but man, we’re trying
Just thinking we’ll be fixed by someone else

We all wrangle with religion
We all talk, but we don’t listen
We’re all starving for attention then we’ll run
We’re all paper, we’re all scissors
We’re all fightin’ with our mirrors
Scared we’ll never find somebody to love

We’re all good, but we ain’t angels
We all sin, but we ain’t devils
We’re all pots and we’re all kettles
But we can’t see it in ourselves
We’re all livin’ ’til we’re dying
We ain’t cool, but man, we’re trying
Thinking we’ll be fixed by someone else

Just tryin’ to hold it all together
We all wish our best was better
Just hopin’ that forever’s really real
We’ll miss a dime to grab a nickel
Overcomplicate the simple
We’re all little kids just looking for love
Yeah, don’t we all just want somebody to love?

Cuz hey, piles of paper shaped by a purposeful pair of scissors and put to stand together… can build a beautiful paper castle too.

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