| Missing In Action Don't try to find me. I'll be back on my own. |
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| Time apart I've neglected to post an entry for some time now --but I'm back. And I must admit, I missed my dear darling. My favorite holiday is coming up and I'm super excited. Thanksgiving has always been the one day of the year I look forward to no matter what because I love the aroma from the kitchen that permeates throughout the whole household. It's such a comfortable smell. I get tingly inside just imagining it. But Thanksgiving does make me a little sad because I feel like it's just a day my whole family gets together for the mere sake of conducting a "traditional" celebration. An American celebration. And (almost) everybody in America wants to be American. Aside from this undeniable truth for my family's reason for gathering, I still get anxious for this holiday's arrival. This year is no exception.
I made it a goal of mine to show gratitude, for my posessions and toward the people I depend on to keep me sane, everyday instead of expressing it all at once on a single day supposedly reserved for this purpose. Sometimes I forget my goal. But I think I'm getting better at remembering to be thankful for countless aspects of my life. I am thankful.
This year has been another challenging one, but I feel so much mentally stronger than I ever have. I've grown. And it's an amazing growth I'm proud of. (I'm rarely ever proud of myself.) But of course, I couldn't have fought against tortuous blizzards and unexpected thunderstorms without my life support --my mom, brother, and closest friends. These people are my umbrellas and I'd be sick in bed without them.
I sincerely wish everyone (acquaintences and strangers included) a wonderful Thanksgiving with or without a turkey on the table.
Smell you later kids :) |
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| in truth Everyone is pretty fake.
Am I irritated by this? Sort of.
But I'll just be fake like everyone else and pretend like it doesn't bother me. |
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| don't worry, it ain't yo` problem It doesn't matter how compassionate and understanding you are. Bottom line is, you can't really comprehend how another person's feeling or grasp the intensity of a problem he or she is going through unless you really are in their position and are aware of all the circumstances of that situation. I like to believe that I have an open enough mind and heart to be able to really relate myself to other person's problems. I want to believe that I am able to do this, but I really can't.
Likewise, I don't expect other people to understand the extremeties of certain aspects of my life because they have never been personally exposed to the events that have shaped the person I am today. It's the most fair statement I could say and strongly affirm. So therefore, I shouldn't feel neglected if I told a close friend about something that is troubling me and his/her immediate response is of "genuine" remorse but their actions following that reflect a disengaged nature.... right? Afterall, it isn't even their problem; it's yours.
But how I romantically wish that all human beings could connect with each other in a way that binds even our most secretive emotions to a single string that leads to each of our hearts. I wish we could all understand each other. I wish we could all just understand. |
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