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Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
For this to work, you’re going to have to truly focus on this one simple task: Picture yourself. In it’s purest content and literal sense. Imagine your entire life, day to day, as if you were looking into a snow globe. Analyze your significance to each and every person you have met, know, and will meet - then realize your own responsibilities to yourself because let’s think about it for a second… You wake up all alone in your body, walking to the restroom and beginning a day in which you created for yourself with the underlying intention of reaching our goals and dreams, usually inspired by our want of being better for the ones we love. You work for a reason, want to excel for a reason, wake up for a reason. Every single day, what your day consists of and which emotions you felt during that 24 hour span is of your own creation; like an artist with its canvas. Now I understand what they meant when they said it is our story that we write.
Realize that friends are at the end of the day, friends. Growing up as first generations made us attached to the kinships we’ve formed. Friends became family because of the gap between us and our parents. If forever exists, there are no obligations. If it is pure and ever lasting, there is no requirement of presence to share the same vibrations. They would understand that even if I don’t see you for five years, understand I am creating my life as how I need the next five years to be and trust that I will see you again, just better. And it’s a sense of motivation of love. To understand that we must disappear yet being able to find relief in friendship whenever, however, and whatever is needed. That — is true friendship and one that I hold to standard.
Humans are so beautiful to me. There is no room of jealousy or hatred or greed if people just took the time to separate how the feel about an action and understood the person’s heart. We all have stories that define how we are, how we react, and love, and feel, and the decisions we make are entirely ours and it is supposed to be your job to trust their heart enough to let them free. We forget that there is a world on the opposite side of our eyes, and as reasonable as your emotions may sound to you, your actions in return could hurt a million times more (and in your oblivious justification: you had no clue). At night, we are left alone within our bedrooms to weep, to smile, to dream, to drench in sweat, or cleanse our soul, and to destroy all shame in living in our skin. We live the greatest fraction of our lives completely alone, as a single soul writing her own poem. Have compassion and you’ll realize that your inner peace is untouchable.
The freedom to love and unlove is the greatest gift of love of them all.