September42015
Everybody is going to die. You are not more special than someone cause your skin color or your nationality or because you can draw better or sing better or live better. None of that matters. We are all humans. We should treat humans like humans are meant to be treated. With love and dignity. When you force movements onto people and try to make people feel bad because of someone’s stupid views of life and assumptions made about everyone then you just go and create a society filled with fear and the inevitable downfalls. Should I feel bad because I am white and a man because some white man somewhere killed someone and now a group of people want everyone white man to be dead? This is a ridiculous notion.
People will sit there and tell you time and time again that you cannot understand how hard life can be for them because you don’t match some trait or characteristic they possess. Newsflash and a terrible eye opener. I have the most important characteristic and trait that we ALL possess. I am a human being. Don’t tell me I cannot relate to you unless you are some reptilian or an animal pretending to be a human. Trust me. I know how you feel even if you don’t think I do. Get real please. Stop hating on specifics and start loving everything.
June232015
Pain, whether emotional or physical, seems like the biggest notion and reminder we are alive. It hurts. Sometimes we suffer so much it’s unbearable. Many times the pain is self inflicted or allowed to be there because of neglect by our own nature to prevent it. This is true for both emotions and physical variation of the pain. As human we make poor judgments and allow ourselves to enter situations where this pain is allowed to exist and more times than we’d like to admit, we return to the same situations that caused this pain in the first place. Nature of the beast perhaps. A way for us to keep reminding ourselves that we are alive even if it is causing us pain and suffering. We mend our wounds, real or superficial, and then re-open them so that we can feel like we experience something when everything feels so lost and dead. Why do we feel the pull to return to the people that hurt us with hopes of something better happening and an alternative result? We should all think it’s a terrible choice, but yet, there we are and we can’t help it. Sometimes we just need the reminder we are alive and that we can keep going cause we are strong. Suffering makes us stronger, even if it is brought on ourselves by ourselves.
June222015
Forgiving someone for what they have done to you, whether physical or mental harm is never easy. Many times we find that the biggest issue with doing so is that we cannot forgive ourselves for putting ourselves in that situation. Giving up trust to someone who you believe will never betray it and hoping for a chance at redemption for so many mistakes of the past. Perhaps not our mistakes. Mistakes of others. We cannot change what has happened in the past but we can learn from it and not repeat our mistakes again. What if the mistake was falling in love? It’s hard to sit there and not want it, but how do you forgive someone when they do the exact thing that has happened time and time before and you gave so much hope to them being different? You sometimes can’t. Sometimes you just have to forget rather than forgive. Allow time to wash away the memory of that person or the pain they have caused you and let time deal with it. So we do. With time comes forgiveness that we might not have had back in the past and we see everything for what it is. That, or we just forget the person ever existed and deal with the forgiving in that way. Forgiveness isn’t easy, but then again, not much in life is.
June202015
Love is the biggest drug in the world and the most exotic and rare one at that.
There is only one “dealer” in most cases that can “sell” it to you.
Once you have it, it’s the most amazing high you can ever have, but as soon as you lose it, it becomes the most painful and destructive recovery you ever have to bear through.
Everyone in the world seems to want it, but not everyone in the world gets to have it.
Some of us are blessed to enjoy this drug for a long period of times and others get a small taste and then are left fiending for more, trying to recover from the pain of not having it.
This drug takes us to our highest places and sometimes it drags us to our lowest yet, we can’t stop wanting to have more of it.
It makes you feel on top of the world and nothing else matters when you have it, like you just gained a new sense of confidence powered by a mysterious force that you only slightly remember ever having before.
Once it’s gone… it’s an eternal battle to convince ourselves that we are fine, that we don’t need it, that we were better off without it. That all those things that we ignored while on this drug, were red flags that should have warned us of the dangers of having it. Still, the taste is on our lips and that feeling in the pit of your stomach is the emptiness of missing it regardless of how bad it was for you.
So we love, and we lose love, and we find it again, and then lose it again, and one day we hope we get to that place where we have an eternal supply of the drug and it never goes away till we go away. That day. The eternal high is the greatest price we pay.
For Love.
For Life.
For Eternity.
