But sometimes that's just how it is...

In a funny way, we sabotage ourselves. We lend credence to the suppositions that we're worthless, anile and altogether unwanted, and our endorsement of such suppositions directly leads to the realisation of them as fact.
I think we far too often let the world and its peoples dictate to us who we are, and we, as faithfully as fully-trained office assistants, take it down word for word, never stopping to question the relevance of these assertions as they pertain to us, if even they do.
But such acceptance is timeless, and these idiosyncrasies are oft-times so difficult to alter, they appear nigh-on inexorable, likening themselves to the task of moving mountains within our mind's eye.
But mountains do move, and yes, even continents, if only every couple hundred million years or so, and while to us that may seem like an eternity, in the history of the Earth, it is not nearly so long as that.
So whilst changing the perception of one's self may be a herculean feat, almost godly in the undertaking, it can be done, indeed has been done. And the impossibility of such a task is only certain when we look at the state of our lives and decide, like the geographical layout of the Earth, that this is the way it is, has always been, and will ever be.
Only in accepting our straits as fact do we open the door for such things to truly become fact.
In this instance, I say, acceptance can go straight to hell, for we've already been there, and the restrictive ideas of the status quo have earned themselves a spot there in our stead.
Not everyone can do it. Some people are born to be told who they are. Some will try and fail. And some will succeed.
But sometimes, that's just how it is...
Love,
~Codaniel~