This is yet another poem about Pikmin 2 that has been infused with my personal experience. For years I wanted to write about the “Wistful Wild”, the last major area of the game that has hints of regret and terror. You don’t know what lies there but you know whatever you find is your fault. I wanted to illustrate that as well as talk about thinking little of your own self worth to the point where you want any other identity than yours to be real. I struggled hard with my own self worth for years, when I was in my teens I would honestly hate looking at my own reflection because I thought I was ugly because that’s how people my age saw me as. They didn’t like how I looked so neither did I. It was very toxic because I was just not in a healthy mindset for pretty much anything. I had this wish that I could be a different person, self identifying with idols instead because I hated how I was. Luckily for me this is years ago. Now I can see that my worth doesn’t lie in other people but instead in something beyond myself. I wanted to talk about it though because it was on my mind at the time.
Hating who you are can lead to some bad mindsets over yourself. Make sure to get the help you deserve.
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