Not your cup of tea

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i am not everyone's cup of tea and i will never be. people might misunderstood my choices, but it is never my thing giving out explanation when i know i don't owe them one. that’s why i let people see me as how they see. define me as how they define me. 

i have so much more to prove to myself. i am yet to understand how things work for me, and yet to define my purpose. negative feedback will never be out from the narrative but i no longer want to leave a space for them to get stuck in the corner and drown myself with the thoughts of believing in them. 

i am into nurturing and feeding my soul with peace, growth, pure connection and happiness. and now they asked me, should they be enough reasons why i rarely have many people around? 

i always choose to whom i want to show my garden to, and it's not necessary to let everyone in.

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