Average Ashley?

Average?

Me?

Average?

In what scale? Yours? Ours? Mine?

We all have a particular calculation method to how we rate people per se. I used to believe I was average. See, when I saw myself, I saw what everyone else saw. Superficiality.

Your post has reached 200 likes!

It never really mattered to me, but I guess social media and it’s algorithms thought it did. It’s sad, but the truth. The way that we don’t look further than ”wow nice ass” or “oh, look at those abs”. Is that what the world really cares about these days? Nobody ever compares me to Ada Lovelace. Why? Why don’t they see me? I don’t understand. Why do people not have the mental capacity to see more than what is in front of them? Is it that we choose to ignore or are afraid to hurt?

Why do we live in a world where what we love is bought? Why can’t we love ourselves enough? How deep is this hole and how much longer until we wake up to see what really matters? Why can’t we love to build? Build a life. Build a future. Build a home. Build ourselves. Instead of buying our “happiness”. When did hard work become such a nuisance? When did we start loving the easy way out? When did we evolve to this?

So, me .... average?

Never.

I could never be average. Not because Im hot or cute or anything like that. No. I could never be average to the standards anyone sets these days, and I could care less. I’m above and beyond average to myself. I see things from different perspectives. I listen to what the world has to say. I understand quite enough. I don’t sit on my ass unaware. I ponder. I try to give my life meaning WITH THINGS THAT ACTUALLY MATTER. I try to solve the problem. I don’t give up. I’m not scared. I’m determined. I prove people wrong. I take care of my own damn self. I love. I give more than I take.

That will never be average.