I have this theory that a snail carries its home everywhere it goes, and feels really proud of themselves depending on how it’s shell looks. Some could be huge and some are just rare and some are like poop. To be able to carry it’s home everywhere feels like they are given the permission to boast about how strong they are. As strong as it is deemed to be, it takes just one step beneath your feet and it’ll all be crushed. An hour ago, I realized all my ego talk on being able to conquer anything and everything were just words, huge words, flare words that I use to boast about my strengths. Wouldn’t believe how I gave in to my emotions within minutes, strong? I’m fragile as a snail. 

Please don’t crush me.