Thursday 24 May 2012
I don't believe in fate. To be fatalistic to me, is to be a non-participant.
We aren't meant to sit on the couch and choose the easiest option. We aren't meant to wait for something to come and and solve a persistent issue or make us thinner or have our perfect partner appear!
We are supposed to get out there and get involved.
Walk for miles if you need better thighs. Read a book or five if you need a better brain. Talk to people who take you outside of your comfort zone if you want to meet someone awesome.
I've lived in too many cities where you can't see the stars. I have never waited for guidance. I've gone out there and screwed up with the best of them.
Don't wait for life to happen to you.
You are missing important moments.
This is not a bank ad.
Sunday 20 May 2012
The first reaction to any real pain, is to build walls around yourself. To defend against a known or unknown enemy. It will protect you. It will stop any further attack.
There are other ways to deal with situations that hurt. There are ways that are less inwardly destructive.
See, I have this theory...
It is that you can feel the kick in the stomach and then curl in on yourself and rock until it stops hurting and then never uncrunch because that is the safest way not to take another kick. The other way to deal is to get up again and face what is coming.
You don't need to defend and you don't need to attack. You simply need to get up and be a little more prepared. More prepared for the chance it may happen again but not so over-prepared that you never move again.
I don't quite understand why people are cruel. When I have my moments, they are usually driven by insecurity or past pain. I guess everyone has baggage. People have something about them that they have built a wall around so they will never be hurt again. They have closed themselves off.
Right now, I want to build a wall so high that I don't spend another weekend thinking about the whys and hows and WTFs. However, I don't think that will help.
Let the pain happen. Feel it. Let it register. Grow some scar tissue. Learn and move on.
Don't let that same person who injured you do it again. Never allow them the chance. Build the bloody wall around them.
Let the wonderful trusting person that you are trust again. Maybe the next chance won't kick you in the chest.
Friday 18 May 2012
I will tell you about the power that comes with life and lesson and learning.
We are all here. That's it. There may be no meaning. There may be no purpose. There may be no script.
There is however, honouring yourself. Living a life that is a tribute to the essence of who you are.
Growing up and maturing is realising that you have to be who you are supposed to be. Your meaning. Your presence. Your reason. It comes from a different place with every person.
Nobody can decide what that is for you. No one can set your path. It isn't written. It isn't predetermined. It isn't chosen or walked or lived or decided. It is what you choose. What is right for you.
Someone can love you and not get that. Someone can adore you and not get that. Someone can give you everything and not get that.
There is responsibility. There is responsibility. There is.
Don't hurt others. There is no need. You can find ways to be who you are without hurting others.
There are ways to be a good person. Be loving. Gentle. Kind. Even a little broken. All. All, without hurting someone else.