Tag: life

Muse – a source of artistic inspiration

Every writer needs their muse. I am most certainly inspired by many people and on goings in my life, but I definitely have found my muse. He inspires me to love, think and write deeply. He reminds me that being genuine and compassionate is not a weakness, but my greatest strength. The ironic part – he has no idea. But if he ever reads this – thank you.

“Everything Will Fall Into Place” – Those words sound comforting, don’t they? Even more so when they come from someone you love, especially when you are feeling low. If there is one thing I’ve learned over my (almost) twenty-three years of living, it is that life is messy. Days come and days go. Everything is changing while it all feels the same. How does time pass us by so quickly? We look back and cannot quite place when and where the changes began. But I think that is the point. To constantly be growing, learning and finding ourselves through the chaos of our own lives, and maybe even the lives of the people we surround ourselves with.

When i say “chaos” or “messy” – the connotation is to be interpreted by the reader. Our “chaos” or “messes” can signify sadness, heartbreak and difficult times. They can also signify beautiful, soulful, happy moments we have experienced throughout our lives. I hope that everyone who reads this has experienced both. Because I in particular feel that some of the most beautiful things come from our most painful hardships. It is how we as individuals learn and strive to be more. If everything were easy and perfect, what would motivate us to be better and exert ourselves to fill our souls with what makes us happy and whole?

Our existence is not black and white. It is an array of arresting colors and shades.

Life is always going to be messy. I can only hope that we all find what it is that will give us piece of mind. I hope that we fill our souls with what is truly meaningful to us.

All my love.

Transitions.

“Transitions in life are usually marked by major events. Birthdays, graduations, weddings. But the greater transitions often come out of smaller moments. When we stop and look at where we are. Because each time we see how far we’ve come, we also see how far we still have to go. In order to fully transform, we might need to free ourselves of everything we’ve been holding on to. To send us on our new path. The right one. But if, at the end, you find the person you’ve become is not the person you want to be, you can always turn around and try again. And maybe the next time, you won’t be so alone when it’s over.”

I absolutely love this piece of work. It is written with such beauty and elegance. It is another example of how powerful words can be when pieced together properly and written down for all to digest . Writing is a powerful pastime. Personally, I find writing to be liberating. It allows me to take all the emotions, on goings and chaos in my life and turn them into something winsome, meaningful and peaceful. It helps me to make sense of my world. I can only hope that it helps you make sense of yours, too.

I am currently going through multiple transitions in my life, as are most people. After all, life does appear to be a series of changes. Aforementioned, transitions often hail from the smaller moments in our lives. Step back and take a look at where you are, who you surround yourself with and what you are doing. Compare it to where you want to be, who you want to be surrounded by and what you want to be doing. Are they the same? If they are than I suppose you aren’t going through much transition, nor do you want to. Congratulations, you have it all figured out. However, I think it is safe to say that most of us are still searching and constantly changing. Some of us are longing for love, others want money and success, maybe you are someone who wants to travel and become cultured. Whatever it is. Whatever you are searching for – you are the only person who can free yourself from the bad, hold on to the great and create a new or extended path. We are the architects of our lives. We have the power to find what it is that we want, where we want it, with whom we want to share it. Take these small moments, reflect on them. Adjust accordingly.

As I transition through my life, my mindset is always broadening. I am learning acceptance, peace and self-happiness. I am becoming less of who I was, and more of who I want to be. I can only hope that you all do the same for yourselves. We only get one shot at this life – aspire to be the person you want to be and achieve the life you so desire.

All my love.

Theories About the Universe

“I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg and tries to convince me to give her a tiny bit. When I do not give in she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping so sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dogs. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe is thinking to herself: “Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt her” – Blythe Baird

Isn’t it ironic? That more often than not – we want the things that we cannot have. Even more so – we want the things that are bad for us. I’ve given a great time of thought to this. Because just like everyone else, I am not immune to giving into the things I desire, even when in my gut I know they are terribly wrong for me. But that is the powerful thing about the mind, we can somehow convince ourselves that these things may be good for us, just maybe they won’t hurt us. But they always do.

Now unfortunately, it generally takes getting hurt not once or twice but maybe three or four or how many number of times to finally get the universes’ message. That is the troubling thing about our generation, we never listen the first time. We think we know best and we do what we want. Personally, I find that I never figure it out the first time. I think for various reasons, including events occurring over the course of my childhood and teenage years, I have made it comfortable for people to hurt me, because I always forgive. Unfortunately though, I never forget. I have the mind of a writer. I keep everything in there. Even the things I want to forget. My truest problem is that despite the dishonestly people have handed me on silver platters, or the pain they have brought to my life – I love the people I love. It never goes away. It is both a beautiful blessing and a heart-wrenching curse to feel as deeply as I feel. But I would not change it for a second.

Everyone has their own story. We all have our troubles and our fears and our mistakes. We all have a past – it makes us who we are everyday. But I think all too often, people use these things as an excuse for why they cannot be the best person they truly can be. I could sit here and say that people have been bad to me or that life has been unfair. I could say that life handed me problems I was too young to handle or that life took away people I loved far too soon. But that is bullshit. I have been blessed with a beautiful life. I have loving parents, and three amazing brothers and despite the craziness or the dysfunction. I would not trade it for the world. It is MY dysfunction, my family, my foundation. I would never take back the heartbreak or the troubles of my teenage years, they forced me to learn hard lessons at an early age and become (as cliche as it sounds) an independent person who knows what I want and who I am.

It takes the bad to know the good. It takes absence to be able to appreciate presence. It takes understanding ourselves to be able to understand others. Life is terribly ironic.

I am writing today, because over the last nine months I have learned a lot of hard lessons. Lessons I have been faced with before – but chose to ignore. Life went to an extreme – life made me step back yesterday, wipe the tears off my face, and made me say enough is enough. I am who I am. I am not going to change. I will always be nice. I will always be genuine. I will be damned if I let people try and take that away from me. I am surrounded by honest, loving, loyal family and friends. They deserve my presence, my focus, my love. Like I said in my last post, “No. 1″, “Some people are meant to be loved from a far. That is okay. That is life.”

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. 

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.