I am a living, breathing human being. I have a mind that can think for itself, a heart that beats for itself, and a will that shows me which path I must take.
I can see what is right for me, and I know that what I want now is morally righteous- for if it wasn’t so, I wouldn’t want it.
I am strong, but not so strong that I can hold back my tears. I am weak, but not so weak that I cannot stand up against wrong. I am good, but not so good that I commit no sin. I am bad, but not so bad that I am blinded from the truth.
I am foolish, but not so foolish that I can’t differentiate between white and black, truth and falsehood, reality and deception. I am wise, but not so wise that I do not need guidance.
And yes- I need your guidance. I need you to lead the way when Night falls on my journey. I need you to direct me, and shine light on my path when the sun does not shine. I need you to pick me up when I have fallen, and help me stand when I stumble. I need you to hold my hand and lead me forward.
But this does not mean that I cannot walk. I don’t need you to hold me up when I am perfectly capable of making my own little decisions. I don’t need you to hold my hand when I need to learn to walk on my own.
I don’t need you to dig into the intricately stacked folders of thoughts in my mind. I don’t need you to delve into, and investigate my life with a skill even Sherlock Holmes would be envious of. I don’t need you to judge every word I speak with utmost scrutiny, and then weigh it against my broken past. I don’t need you to find the sacred memories of life and laughter that I hide from you.
I don’t need you to tell me to stop crying when I need to cry, nor tell me to fix myself when I’m already trying to.
I don’t need you to hurt me, and then tell me to ‘snap out of it’. I don’t need to be ridiculed, judged or made fun of, when I find myself in the deep, dark depths of insecurity.
I need your guidance, but sometimes I need my own space too.