When life threatens to throw me off-board I always try to remind myself that I am the captain and it is just aboard. It has no right to kick me off my own ship
There was a time when man would give his all
When man wouldn’t care so much about his fall
He concentrated on any sound that was a call
Yes! he cared, he loved, he gave
That was his pleasure, his fave’
But then something changed
Maybe he became rotten to the core
Or actually a core no longer existed
So man focused on himself
Believed only in himself
Assumed only for himself
Actually he defined SELF in HIMSELF
Maybe it wasn’t on him
We might not want to admit it but we play a major role
We drove a part of him out
We allowed part of him to be broken
We marked, we scorned, we mocked
Just because he wasn’t like us
We let his fear and flaws be his judgement seat
And that is the core thing fail to see
We feel, we witness, we contemplate
But in the end we feel to comprehend
And maybe we should stop trying at all
Because we created a broken man.
So this is a story of a young girl, the happiest anyone knows. She is lively, loved by everyone. She has a way of uplifting the spirit of anyone she comes into contact with. But one thing, she cries all night with the most painful chest cramps. Not because of physical pain but emotional drain. She is so unhappy but no one knows that, and dare she let anyone in. She has suffered constant rejection in her love life and this makes her feel she might never be good enough. She tries to cling on to any kind of love or any sign of it at all. She gets it all in her head, and maybe that’s why she keeps messing up. She tries to be herself as much as possible but the face she has worn her whole life won’t let her. She can’t let her true emotions out because of the fear of snares and judgements. The only thing she wants is a simple word phrase that will imply she is wanted. Feeling she isn’t good enough for anyone tears her inside out. This also makes her fail she is a failure as a person. I don’t know if you can relate in any way but this brings tears to me.
I don’t understand how one person can keep all this bottled up and still manage to sneak a smile, living normally but that is life. We see but that doesn’t mean we know. We hear but that doesn’t mean we are paying attention. Let’s try to give a piece of the love we have inside.
You add value to lives if you can make anyone smile. You are not just wanted, but needed. I love you.
If there is a ceremony I would add to my calendar, it would be a Me Day. It will be my special kind of festival. It wouldn’t be the same day as my birthday. It wouldn’t be a day friends and family will call to give me numerous wishes. It wouldn’t even be a day I get the most amazing gifts. It would be a day that only I know about. I would wake up as late as I want, eat what I want, not exercise, make sure it is a day that I don’t see any faces. I will turn my phone off so there will be no interference. It will be the only day in the year I get to be selfish and not judged for it. A perfect day only for me. Well, maybe I will buy myself a little gift just to spice things up, get a weight chart and have a phone handy to call 911, just in case (LOL). Hands up if you’ve never thought of the same thing, or at least something similar.
I have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. The only thing I know is everyday presents an opportunity for me to be one step closer to or farther from my actual destination. I don’t know if I’ll be rich and famous or poor and needy. The only thing I know is that everyday is a mile to or away from either. Whatever the case I know I will always desire for more, never less. That is what drives my daily life and I’ll gladly take it. Actually, famous for something is my main goal. Don’t judge me!
If there were a billion choices to be made and I wasn’t sure exactly what to do I’ll make none. There’s something I’ve noticed- the right decision gives you some kind of grace period but the wrong decision seems too appealing and imposes itself. Well, all other things being equal, that is. Not always, I mean. So I’ll rather wait for that moment of truth than grab that absurdly perfect moment.
Heart blended- yeah!
I love the snow flakes
Make me a Popsicle
Perhaps melt me in one
Freeze me in one
I love how senseless it feels
More like how void it flows
That’s what I call life
No particular destination
But a definite definition
I’m living it!