Month: February 2016

No. 1

Our lives are made up of various relationships. Some are long-lasting, others are fleeting. But time is no measurement on the lasting impression or emotional connection that one has with another human in their life. I’ve known people for years and never felt anything, while I’ve loved people that I met just in a few short weeks. People say that love is a strong word, overused by most. But I think that people do not tell the people they love that they love them, nearly enough. 

Life is short. Life is sweet. It can also be sad and bitter at times. I think it is important to love. Not just the romantic kind of love. But the kind of love we give to the special people in our lives and in our hearts. Love is not always reciprocated. That is okay too. We don’t only love people who love us back. We love people even when they cannot love us in return – that is truly love. I personally have been lucky enough to love people who loved me back. I have also, many of times, loved people who could not or simply did not love me. But I didn’t love those people because I wanted them to love me back. I love them for everything they were. I love them for the things I saw in them that they did not see in themselves. I love them because they made me happy. They made me see things in myself that I did not see before I met them. But sometimes, like I said, relationships can be fleeting.

There is a quote by Uma Thurman – “I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.” These words resonated with me. How many times have you looked the other way or turned around when you saw someone who meant the world to you who suddenly feels like a stranger? I know I have. Such is life. We love the people we’ve loved, even if they are no longer a part of our lives. Some people are meant to be loved from a far. That is okay. That is life.

Make sure you tell the people you love that you love them. Some will love you back. Others may not. Both are okay. Both are blessings. 

Be thankful. Be loving. Be kind. 

The Show.

Think about it like this. In every show, there is the lead and the understudy. Everyone knows the lead. They respect the lead and they need the lead. After all, the lead is needed to complete the show. Then there is the understudy, important to the show but only at the shows convenience. Only when the lead isn’t there, the understudy is needed. That’s when the understudy is appreciated. We’ll maybe not even appreciated, maybe just wanted. In any case, it’s like this. There is a woman in a mans life – his lead. That’s his girlfriend. Always respected and needed, wanted and appreciated. But then there are the understudies of life. The understudies are merely the “hookups” and the “almost girlfriends”. And these understudies my friends, they are nothing more than a woman who is there when it is convenient for the man. Don’t be an understudy. Find a man who wants to make you his lead.

Art.

What entices me most about the concept of writing is how freeing it truly is. I have always enjoyed the mere thought of being able to get my thoughts out in such a way that is was understandable to the reader. And by that I mean – a way in which my words aren’t complete gibberish. When your words are thoughts, they can be jumbled, confusing, scribbled quick like a picture a little kid drew during kindergarten art class. But I guess that’s the great thing about most peoples creative talents – they are all our own form of art. They don’t have to make sense or prove anything, they don’t have to teach anything – they merely have to exist. And maybe most of you think that is a waste, but if I have even one reader who can relate, or one reader who feels touched or helped by the words I am scribbling down – then my art has a whole new meaning because my art already has meaning – it is meaningful to me.

Pilot.

The chronicles of a mind that never stops wandering.

What does that mean? Where am I going with this?

Well, I don’t really know either. What I do know is that I have the inability to shut my mind off. I mean really, this brain of mine never stops wandering. I think, I write, I think, I write. But I never write on paper, I never write online (until now). The writing has always been composed in my mind, where is was stored and locked away. But as a twenty-something, what good is that? Why not share the chronicles of this busy, wandering mind of mine? So that is precisely what I am going to do. I will share with all of you, the craziness of what it is that is going on in my head which is both a blessing and a curse.

My aspiration of one day being able to truly take my thoughts and compose a beautiful piece of literature has to start somewhere. So today, it will start here.