The building blocks to a life well lived usually start from there. To nurture those in our family is to give them our unconditional love and support. What is missing from my life is a cheerleader, somebody to help me up when I fall down. Without a husband who cares and loves me I am just a middle aged lady growing cold.
We all have this natural voice inside us that tries to tell us right from wrong. At times it is incredibly hard to hear because we spend so much time listening to others instead of ourselves. Isn’t that odd? We should know each other the best out of anyone yet we will talk ourselves out…
Maybe I did. Maybe I moved blindly into a World that I was never prepared for. Maybe it is just another blip in the life of me. I want to cry but somehow I feel like I have been set free. That noose that was tightening around my neck was now gone. The only thing left to share was my honest truth and the blind faith that I had going forward.
Where is it written that beauty is conventional and only entitled to a few worthy receipients. The egotistical mind is anything but beautiful. They are overconfident in scenarios that don’t need it. They laugh and joke when others leave the room…if only for a moment. It has become more of a right of passage to bond together with girls over the faults of others.
More than a great literary piece. It feels like it is almost the death of an era. Let’s imagine. Here at my fingertips I can shop for anything that my heart desires and in some case have it delivered to my doorsteep the next day. How can you not get lost in the romance of…
For whatever reason I stayed here on this side. So I have to make a difference. I have to make it count because if I don’t. Then the wrong life was spared that day and I can not live with myself thinking that. I will reach for the stars and I will take you all with me because it is only with love that my eyes began to open again.
We all have these incredible opportunities to live out our lives differently but there is always something that is holding us back. Call it an insecurity that resides within ourselves. Something that took a hold of us a long time. It dulled that sparkle that we used to look at the world with. Wide eyes…
Scared that I would never get there. Scared that I would always feel like I wasn’t going to be worthy of a decent man’s attention….you can go on forever about the things in the future. What I began to realize is that future point I was thinking of really didn’t matter. That if I didn’t get out and smell the daisies the whole World would pass me by. My fear of the future kept me from living.
I wonder why most of our conversations are so negative (hence my previous post). We are not so much our minds as we are these beautiful spirits underneath. Permantly subjected to do these intense feeling of pain and fear. Fear of failing. The pain of losing. We are in this constant competition state with each other instead of embracing one another for the beautiful disasters we have all come to be.
Is this the meaning of life? To be complete assholes and drive others into madness so they can never become the true form that they were destined to be. Have we destroyed our inner essence to the point that all we do is breed more negativity and hate.