If you want to know who your people are, think about who you are excited to tell good news to.
These are your people.
More and more that vicious teacher, Experience, is schooling me:
1. Doing what's right will leave you feeling burned.
2. Caring sets you up for ridicule.
3. Kindness is met with cruelty.
4. Helping will be misrepresented.
This isn't curriculum I will strive to graduate with honours from. This isn't curriculum I will be implementing. You will see me limping from the beating I will take to resists these fallacies. But to concede is to surrender, and the warrior in me will not accept this regardless of the temptress masquerading as a steadfast confidant.
Experience may be my teacher, but Wisdom is my guide.
He finally showed his true
colours for all to see.
It made no difference though,
The audience was colourblind.
Why am I always being told. . .
To man up,
To buck up,
To not let things get to me
To not take things personally?
Why aren't others being told. . .
Cruelty isn't what we were made for,
Sensitivity isn't weakness,
Being mean isn't necessary,
Being malicious gets you no medal?
I found myself today, wanting to be more like the world instead of this person who aches over the loss of another. Why can't I be cold? Why can't I be heartless? Why can't I toughen up? Why do I always have to let things get to me?
And then I found myself wondering why I would want to be like this harsh,...
Do you ever find yourself missing someone so much it hurts, only to realize that you are missing the person you thought them to be?
It's a bitter consolation, if any at all.
Often, what isn't fair in life,
Turns out to be
A blessing in disguise.
Always try to find what's
Been blessed in the mess.
Even though this was 110% his fault,
I find myself sitting here, wondering, what even he didn't know he saved me from.
Guardian angels work in mysterious ways :)
When you burn the
Candle at both ends,
You end up burning bridges.
You stumbled into my life when I was already picking up the pieces.
You swindled your way into my heart and had me believing I could lean on you.
I didn't need this for one second. I would have put the pieces back together on my own, like every other time.
But this time, I cherished
not having to do it alone.
You were every dream incarnate,
Yet you set the scene for pure carnage.
You will never be a welcomed
visitor in my fits of nostalgia.
You will be yet another reminder of when life tried to break me, and I rose above it all.
You will be yet another scar on this battle beaten heart, and this will serve as a reminde...
Everywhere is no
To right my wrath,
I write my wrath.
This is my remedy
To this poison.
Justice is as tainted
As the 'i love you' that rolled
off his treasonous lips.
I wish what was right mattered
More than the reality
Of an archaic technicality
That favours those faint of heart.
Words. . .
Words. . .
Yet, there are times that nothing hurts worse than things left unsaid.
Then there are things said when they shouldn't have been.
And then there are times when the silence in between the words is deafening.
Time will only temper the sting of certain words, but words leave scars.
I believe in taking care of people because it's what my heart calls me to do.
The beautiful, and most unintended reciprocity, is that these are the same people who will show up for you if you need it.
These are your people.
Daylight Savings Time. . .
Is the favourite day of the year for any seasoned procrastinator.
1 bonus hour to avoid my tasks 😜
Just because something is portrayed a certain way, this doesn't mean that is how it was intended to be perceived.
Seeing is no longer believing.
Perhaps a personal renaissance is not so much about what you are exposed to in your physical environment, but more so about a proverbial diaspora within ourselves.
Perhaps it's a marrying of the two.
Now I close my eyes to sleep.
On a wing and a prayer,
while I weep.
From a sleepless night,
I cannot wake.
This web of lies I just can't take.
Perhaps what makes deception in a love unrequited so viscerally earth shattering, is not so much that you made a space for him in your heart, but more so that you made a place for him in your heart, when he couldn't even be arsed to take off his shoes before he trampled all over your heart.
Language Isn't Neutral
Far too often, words and their inherent power are discredited.
Words can inflame chaos.
Words can ignite peace.
Words can hurt.
Words can heal.
Words can empower.
Words can destroy.
Just think about it. . .
You can be victimized, but still not be a victim.
You can have a problem without being a problem.
You can have an illness, but you are not your illness.
This is why it is so important to say what we mean and mean what we say. So many times, unaware, people use language that promotes reliance instead of resilience;
enabling instead of empowering;
dependence instead of independence.
All of this is possible just with words, yet there are so many ...
We live in a world where:
Never means 'til I change my mind
Forever means for now
Always means forgotten tomorrow
These absolutes have turned into substitutions for commitment.
So tell me, how is anyone supposed to know when these are being used as absolutes and not as broken promises in the making?