Would You Still Accept Me?
If I were someone else, would you still accept me as i am?
Sometimes i wonder, does unconditional love really exists, or are we all just trying to accept things or person out of habit and responsibility?
I, we, and all our flaws, carelessness, stupidity, and insolence that we’ve done. We are trying to endure it, to fit in, to accept. We are sick of each other. We want each other to be a better version of ourselves. Yet, we still accept each other — perhaps — unconditionally.
Is it because we’re used to it, is it because it’s our duty, is it because we’re bond by something named family or partner or friends, is it because we’ve known each other, or is it because of who we truly are as a person?
Do you love me as a person, or do you love me as a family?
Do you accept me as I am or do you accept me because we happen to know each other?
Do you like me because you had to or because you wanted to?
If we just met today, would you like me as I am?
If I were someone else, with the same flaws, would you like me and love me unconditionally?
But, please. Don’t ask me the same question, for I’m afraid to answer it. Because I still don’t know how to accept myself.
