Your life should be the gateway to any opportunity you want to achieve, the reason you wake up every morning, and the energy you are compelled to have. Life is a mysterious thing because everyone has a different definition of what ‘life’ and ‘living‘ is; for example, I believe that waking up each day and knowing my loved ones are doing well is a part of my way of ‘living’, getting the chances to see and meet new and interesting people is a part of ‘life’ that I enjoy. I have the chance to know what love feels like, because it’s a part of ‘living’, I get to experience what a new ‘life’ is like thanks to the people I’ve met.
Your life should be something you should cherish because there are people out there that would kill to be where you are. Appreciate yourself, smile because YOU deserve to.
Your life should be about anything you want to be; ultimately, you should be what my friends and I like to say “about that life”,whatever that life you want it to be. Do what you freaking want to, ‘live’ your ‘life’ and set yourself up for success. This world needs more people with lives and not just temporary moments of peace and happiness.
So go inspire yourself, go outside and make peace with the ground below you, or even take a run and think about what you can do to fill the spaces in your life.
Basically, it is important to me that you all are happy with your life. (:
I honestly don’t know where to begin on any of those things listed above, but I do know one thing. No matter what happens to me I end up stronger than what I once was, even if sometimes I end up going through life alone. There has been a lot of turmoil since school has let out; hell, there’s been turmoil since March, but I suppose we all have our problems. The good things? I will try to list…(:
My brother graduated today! I’m proud of him, even though I could not be there to physically support them. I have not yet given up on finding my Capricorn half, but who knows, it may not be a Cap? My sister and I have shared amazing laughs about stupid stuff, as always, about various topics (hater bitches and stupid dogs). I talked to an old friend and felt amazing, girly and giggly emotions…I feel I should gag. Kept up with some friends to see how their summer vacations have gone and I’m very much looking forward to making money. Nothing joys me more than spending the money I have earned on those who very much deserve gifts, and much more. Also, I’ve given up on Boston Gems. Sorry Jaz
So far that’s all that’s happened, but I feel a hell of a lot more that will happen between now and August 18th.
For the record, I fall for the wrong type; I go for the wrong ones, the high ones, the ones that have all the hype. But where does that land me? Some times I think that this cat and mouse we play is all imaginary because you always seem to try and fool me. Other times I know you are truly interested so I keep your conspiracies floating around me. Oh how being caught in the middle of a lie and the truth can be so overwhelming, but if you really think about our history you should know you and I have had far more than just a one night fling. Something about you keeps me in, everything else keeps you away; somehow, some day, you and I will get away from this child’s play. One thing for sure, this thing we call love is for the record.
Something about a tree has always fascinated me. Although I am easily entertained you have to give it to a tree for being awesome. I don’t know why,but there’s something almost majestic and immortal about a tree; the way they seem to stand still in time, how they grow and provide universal cleanliness to those who breathe, and give us eternal shelter from the hot heat. Of course there are other things that trees do, but I’m not talking about a “basic tree” I’m talking about those kinds of trees that make you think, make you wonder how such a creation formed in the first place.
Breathe in its wicked beauty. I’d love to climb that tree and just watch the world for a while. Crooked trees are my favourite.
I’ve always wondered if being accepted was really “acceptance“. It sounds really stupid out loud, but in my head it seemed like a bigger question. People look for other individuals for one of two reasons; either we look for like-minded, familiar people, or we look for individuals completely different from ourselves to create a different, more open-minded base. But what happens if neither accept you? What do you do when you feel stuck feeling like you don’t belong in either group?
I knew a girl growing up who was a complete loner because, to her, she felt unaccepted. She felt alienated and struggled each day I knew her to keep what little friends she had. After a while people seemed to welcome her in because they were like-minded; they were angry, they were misfits. I watched Ana evolve into something else, too. I watched her grow soft, for she had soon enough lost her “edge” that made her seem intimidating. Ana was a sweet girl and I never knew why she never let herself show.
About sophomore year of high school she turned completely soft and vulnerable. I’d never seen Ana so timid and dainty almost, but I figured she must have been that way all along she just didn’t want to show it. She found more friends, leaving her old group behind, but she still kind of remained a loner. Towards our senior year I noticed she was much more outgoing, but she was still somehow always alone. She had, yet again, changed her group, and she seemed to be very accepted.
Once we graduated I kept in touch with her. I watched her draw into herself, her friends diminished, her social life was gone, and she always worked. A year later she went off to college and I ran into her one day. I noticed she was so vibrant and happy for once, her friends at college were weird and diverse, she seemed to really like them. As her college years added on I noticed she began to alienate herself again.
I can’t help but feel bad for Ana, it always seems she is so confused on the inside, but on the outside she seems like she has herself “together”. I finally asked her one day why she’s always alone when it’s obvious people care and love her, her reply was simply “Have you ever thought about everything you’ve been through? Do you ever think there will never be anyone like you?”
My heart ached for this woman.
She’s fairly smart and she has such a big light on the inside. Her eyes light up when she’s actually happy, her soul luminates…I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for her to see how loved and accepted she really is. I think that’s why I’ve always liked Ana, she has this way about her that just draws people to her, but she never realises her talents. I remember some years ago I heard this song coming from her iPod and every time I hear it it reminds me of her. This post is dedicated to a dear friend who just needs a boost of love and acceptance.
The purpose for ventilation is to release things, yes?
No.
Apparently when venting needs to be done people want to get all…”concerned”, yet you can’t read between the lines any other time? Get out of my face, please. I beg you kindly.
“Going to bed with cold feet is something you’ve never liked because it’s uncomfortable, and no matter how small you shrink a bed it still gets lonesome. My feet are always cold and I never have any help warming them because I’m always alone. After I shrunk the bed to a twin size I thought I could keep my feet from freezing because of its smaller capacity, but I was wrong. Every night I prayed for warmer feet, but I never got it. I learned to sleep closely to the wall and stare at it glumly until my eyes got heavy; I leaned to ignore my feet staying cold at night. Maybe I should have called for company, or may my ‘company’ wouldn’t have understood. It gets tiring always having cold feet at night; it hurts trying to get accustomed to being left alone again.”
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on May 18, 2012