“Teach your daughters and sisters that it is okay to be alone, that the existence of a relationship does not make them whole.
Don’t shame your friends for wanting to be alone/being single. Relationships entered with these unhealthy mindsets will most likely be unhealthy and unfulfilling.” From Black Geisha
These visceral vision are still haunting my mind.
Hours after I awake they still shine within my eyes.
Or maybe now I’m really fast asleep
And those before truly exist.
I do notice I am learning lessons at least in my dreams.
Because the ones in waking life I still ignore
Even though I know better.
It’s like an alter ego that has all the final say in my actions.
Well at least my mind is still my own creation while awake
But it’s my eyes I’m worried about.
I know they only see 10% of what’s actually around us.
How can any of us truly know if what our minds color in
Isn’t only our imaginations.
Or is there any difference at all?
What does one do,
When their feelings are real,
But the one they are towards,
Doesn’t know how you feel?
The answer seems easy,
But there’s too much at stake,
I’ve been wondering if,
It’s a risk I should take.
Given time, questions will unfold
And show the answers held within them.
(I wrote this poem few years ago)
You know about one of those random people and their acts that just make your day? Something like that happened to me. Yesterday I was in the store trying to choose between two identical products, but I really was just standing there lost in my thoughts blocking the entire aisles. This old man trying to come through stopped to say hi, and made his way between my cart, my thoughts, and I.
I don’t know how much time elapsed, but he eventually came back through the aisle were I was still standing staring at the same items… Or at life.
He asked me if I was deciding, and somehow he woke me up. I tried to answer but I couldn’t get a word out. Just nodded my head in half a smile. I must have been carrying the misery of the world on my face because he stood there with me for a minute and gave me a warm smile that translated to me as : “Everything will be ok child”. He dug in his pocket and handed me a handful of candy… (I am grown enough to accept candy from stranger.)
He brought tears to my eyes and warmed my heart.
What made me happy is that, at times when you think that everything is going bad and nothing good is left in the world, you see these little acts of kindness and a little faith in humanity is restored.
One simple act of kindness or humanity could mean the world to somebody
Do people live in circles today?
No. They live in boxes. They wake up every morning in a box of their bedrooms because a box next to them started making beeping noises to tell them it was time to get up. They eat their breakfast out of a box and then they throw that box away into another box. Then they leave the box where they live and get into another box with wheels and drive to work, which is just another big box broken into little cubicle boxes where a bunch of people spend their days sitting and staring at the computer boxes in front of them. When the day is over, everyone gets into the box with wheels again and goes home to the house boxes and spends the evening staring at the television boxes for entertainment. They get their music from a box, they get their food from a box, they keep their clothing in a box, they live their lives in a box.
Break out of the box! This is not the way humanity lived for thousands of years.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, The Last American Man
A lonely girl wanders the world
Searching for her poor lost soul
Waiting for lightning to strike her heart
Waiting for thunder to tear her apart
She’s never felt a butterfly’s flutter
Simple words always made her stutter
A tortured heart with the soul of a child
A nervous laugh and a beautiful smile
The neighborhood boys with jokes all the same
Pulling her hair and calling her names
Taking more than she ever could bare
Feeling the rip long after the tear
Millions of people suffer day after day
Hatred and destruction is what they say
Women are from Venus, men from Mars
and she’s just a local girl with local scars