Lately, my mind has been in a whirlwind of emotions. Fluctuations of past feelings; not the actual feeling themselves, but more or less memories of the broken path I was on, and how I go to where I am now emotionally. It's as if I had forgotten my past somewhat. I've been living in a world without memories for a while and now, a year later, something reminds me of all of the emotional experiences I've had. Maybe it was the leaves. Maybe the season. Maybe it's just normal. Everything comes back to me. It hurts sometimes. I keep it to myself. I can feel the frame of what I used to feel. I had so much in front of me. So many different roads to tumble and fall deeply down. Now, my tied-up tongue is clumsy; holding me down for seems like a century. I wish I could have thought things a little more through. Maybe things would be different. Giving what's real to people hasn't been any harder.
One day, I'd like to write a song. In that song, I could make and verse of words my own. My own free feelings. My own free thoughts and outspoken gestures in the form of poetry. Until that day comes, I will be here, waiting for it all to come together.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Why?
"Cause I'm out-dated, overrated.."
Lessons learned.
I'm not sure where I'd be without them. I wish I could say that they have made me a better person. I wish I could make you believe that. I wish I could make myself believe it. The truth is, the puzzle doesn't fit into place that way. I'm so unbelievably terrified. Even after an entire year. I'm afraid to get hurt; afraid of people leaving me like they always seem to do. I always seem to find the people in my life that mean so much to me leave me in some way, shape, or form. I know, I'm aware, this seems to be all I ever write about here. I don't know what else to write about. I have to force the words out, they don't flow as freely as they once did. I'm not exactly sure why it's like this. I can't explain my hindrances; nobody really can to be honest.
I've got to pick myself up somehow. I taught myself to do it before. I became self-reliant. I was independent. Somehow, I lost all of that along the way. The path I'm on doesn't relate to the road not taken for me. I surely don't want to miss my past. I don't want to want to be this way. I hate not being able to write. I feel like my mind is trapped in an open field. Trapped with no fences or barriers but myself.
The only thing that fixed this was a breakdown. I complete breakdown. I need one. I need to hurt really bad. It's like reformatting a computer; there are only a limited amount of times you can run the utilities until you'll eventually have to reformat your system. I know I'm young. But I have feelings. I feel as if I've matured enough to 'love'. I've felt it before and have hurt from it plenty of times.
A breakdown is bittersweet. It's horrible at first, but gives you a reason to grow in the long run.
I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. I wasn't last time. /:
Lessons learned.
I'm not sure where I'd be without them. I wish I could say that they have made me a better person. I wish I could make you believe that. I wish I could make myself believe it. The truth is, the puzzle doesn't fit into place that way. I'm so unbelievably terrified. Even after an entire year. I'm afraid to get hurt; afraid of people leaving me like they always seem to do. I always seem to find the people in my life that mean so much to me leave me in some way, shape, or form. I know, I'm aware, this seems to be all I ever write about here. I don't know what else to write about. I have to force the words out, they don't flow as freely as they once did. I'm not exactly sure why it's like this. I can't explain my hindrances; nobody really can to be honest.
I've got to pick myself up somehow. I taught myself to do it before. I became self-reliant. I was independent. Somehow, I lost all of that along the way. The path I'm on doesn't relate to the road not taken for me. I surely don't want to miss my past. I don't want to want to be this way. I hate not being able to write. I feel like my mind is trapped in an open field. Trapped with no fences or barriers but myself.
The only thing that fixed this was a breakdown. I complete breakdown. I need one. I need to hurt really bad. It's like reformatting a computer; there are only a limited amount of times you can run the utilities until you'll eventually have to reformat your system. I know I'm young. But I have feelings. I feel as if I've matured enough to 'love'. I've felt it before and have hurt from it plenty of times.
A breakdown is bittersweet. It's horrible at first, but gives you a reason to grow in the long run.
I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. I wasn't last time. /:
Monday, August 17, 2009
Weightless.
I'm actually not sure why I'm writing this. So much has happened since my last entry on here, and I'm not sure what to write about now. Things seem.. Different. So much more different than they were 2 months ago. I know I should have kept writing, and been consistent with everything. Even now, I'm not exactly sure what I should write about. Things have changed so much since I last wrote; some good and some bad. Some things happened and some never even formed together.
I lost a best friend. Someone who I never wanted to lose. And now it seems like that person doesn't want to do anything but see me fail. We will refer to this person as "X". "X" doesn't want to be my friend but wants to see me fight for them. "X" wants me to fight for our friendship when they aren't. There isn't much I can say about it, as of now.
I started college. Oakland University. It's actually a great thing. I get to further my education and studies. I'm excited to learn and progress with everything. The atmosphere at OU is astounding. It's a learning atmosphere. Everyone there wants to learn, and wants to get their education. They all want to progress and become successful. Which makes complete sense, seeing as how students are paying money to learn there. Overall, my college experience is great so far.
My feelings have grown deeper. From the depths within me, I can feel my thoughts flow out into my arms and veins, into my hands; stopping right at my fingertips. The words won't form anymore. The feelings won't allow me to type. They wouldn't allow me to write what I feel, whether it be a pen or on these very keys that I bear my writing now. It's like, I can't get over the hump. I can't push myself over, and nobody can help me over either. I'm stuck.
"Turn a page, I'm a book half unread."
The phrase couldn't have been said better.
I'm not sure anymore. Not sure about various things. I guess I'm just stuck. I've heard it's normal. But so many different things are just so out of the ordinary, and life most definitely isn't the same. I guess it's what I should have expected. Change.
Until next time.
-Robbie Williford
"Before I run far away, I need to take a holiday."
(Rough draft was saved on August 17th, actually published on September 23rd.)
I lost a best friend. Someone who I never wanted to lose. And now it seems like that person doesn't want to do anything but see me fail. We will refer to this person as "X". "X" doesn't want to be my friend but wants to see me fight for them. "X" wants me to fight for our friendship when they aren't. There isn't much I can say about it, as of now.
I started college. Oakland University. It's actually a great thing. I get to further my education and studies. I'm excited to learn and progress with everything. The atmosphere at OU is astounding. It's a learning atmosphere. Everyone there wants to learn, and wants to get their education. They all want to progress and become successful. Which makes complete sense, seeing as how students are paying money to learn there. Overall, my college experience is great so far.
My feelings have grown deeper. From the depths within me, I can feel my thoughts flow out into my arms and veins, into my hands; stopping right at my fingertips. The words won't form anymore. The feelings won't allow me to type. They wouldn't allow me to write what I feel, whether it be a pen or on these very keys that I bear my writing now. It's like, I can't get over the hump. I can't push myself over, and nobody can help me over either. I'm stuck.
"Turn a page, I'm a book half unread."
The phrase couldn't have been said better.
I'm not sure anymore. Not sure about various things. I guess I'm just stuck. I've heard it's normal. But so many different things are just so out of the ordinary, and life most definitely isn't the same. I guess it's what I should have expected. Change.
Until next time.
-Robbie Williford
"Before I run far away, I need to take a holiday."
(Rough draft was saved on August 17th, actually published on September 23rd.)
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
1000 Shades of Gray. (Unfinished)
1000 shades of gray.
In the middle arises a lone color.
Small, yes, but slowly becoming strong, confident. Proud.
The color rises and grows, grasping each and every shade.
Carefully not allowing it to fade away.
Soon, the color can show it’s true self; it’s true form of identity.
Thereafter, it can take over the 1000 shades of gray.
It can move the shades; allowing them to fall freely from the grasps of it’s roots.
The color takes flight, while the gray falls into the hole of empty dreams.
It flies across the dimly lit cup; allowing it’s being to slightly spill over the edge.
What is real is the site of the colors dripping down the edges of the cup.
I'm not sure what propelled me to even write this. I'm also not sure how to finish it. I must've been in a certain state of mind because I found it on my hard drive on my desktop computer while cleaning it. Let me know what you think of it.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Writing for myself.
"Keep my dreams alive, and I'll keep you breathing.
Let's get lost together and babe we'll keep on dreaming."
Sometimes, I write to soothe myself. To let thoughts out of my head that would otherwise eat my brain. I write to... Runaway. To run from everything. Like a drug. To get away from reality for a while. To get the secrets out and to release the weight of everything holding me down. Fantasy is better than reality, in more ways than one narrow path.
See, I write to save myself. To save my whispers to a minimum, and my screeching to a dead roll of sound waves. My spoken words fall on deaf ears and mute mouths. People are too wrapped up in their own lives to take the time to listen, and that's okay. I don't write for you, I don't write for the girl behind you, I don't write for the old guy on the corner, nor do I write for the young girl playing hopscotch. I write for me. I write to leave me wanting more. I write to make words count, to leave myself without doubts.
I write to create meanings for the rhymes said in hidden poems, and for the easy listening music that I clutch for something to bear on my ears. I write to give myself the ability to run; away from you, and away from myself sometimes.
Yes, I write, and you read. You see what my thoughts are, what I aspire to do in life, and what my past has painted. I write to make you think, and make you wonder my points. Remember, I write for me, not you.
In the end, it's you. You giving me motivation and courage to write for myself.
Because when I write for myself, you listen. You read, and think; wonder and write for yourself. I write for me giving hope to let you write for you.
Read my thoughts. Listen to my words.
Write for yourself.
Revert it back to me.
Only then, can you say you've written for yourself.
Let's get lost together and babe we'll keep on dreaming."
Sometimes, I write to soothe myself. To let thoughts out of my head that would otherwise eat my brain. I write to... Runaway. To run from everything. Like a drug. To get away from reality for a while. To get the secrets out and to release the weight of everything holding me down. Fantasy is better than reality, in more ways than one narrow path.
See, I write to save myself. To save my whispers to a minimum, and my screeching to a dead roll of sound waves. My spoken words fall on deaf ears and mute mouths. People are too wrapped up in their own lives to take the time to listen, and that's okay. I don't write for you, I don't write for the girl behind you, I don't write for the old guy on the corner, nor do I write for the young girl playing hopscotch. I write for me. I write to leave me wanting more. I write to make words count, to leave myself without doubts.
I write to create meanings for the rhymes said in hidden poems, and for the easy listening music that I clutch for something to bear on my ears. I write to give myself the ability to run; away from you, and away from myself sometimes.
Yes, I write, and you read. You see what my thoughts are, what I aspire to do in life, and what my past has painted. I write to make you think, and make you wonder my points. Remember, I write for me, not you.
In the end, it's you. You giving me motivation and courage to write for myself.
Because when I write for myself, you listen. You read, and think; wonder and write for yourself. I write for me giving hope to let you write for you.
Read my thoughts. Listen to my words.
Write for yourself.
Revert it back to me.
Only then, can you say you've written for yourself.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Burn Notice.
"I love you, Forever and Always."
I close the note, and silently place it on top of the flames, causing them to grow for a rapid second.
There comes a time in life, when you burn the bridges for good.
For me, it was more of a burning of an entire country, not just the bridge that connects the countries.
".. And I'm burning all the letters hoping that I might forget her and her bad taste, that she left when she was leaving me, A life of barely breathing as she walked, out of this place." -Mayday Parade
Couldn't have said it better myself.
I burned all of the letters. All of the notes. All of the pictures, and memorabilia.
All of the 'I love you's' burned to an ash.
'Forever and Always' had its own half of the pit, burning until it couldn't burn anymore.
SO much thought went into this. So much time spent sitting there in dead silence, wondering if I was going to make a mistake. Everything played in my head, over and over, like a broken record, playing on repeat. All of the memories shared were going over in my head, leaving me with a feeling of sickness in my stomach. There were so many happy times flooded by the times where I just wanted to give up.
It ate away at me, for quite some time. Time that I surely won't get back. I don't regret any of the memories. Without them, and my experiences, I wouldn't be the person I am today. Simple isn't something I aim for. Therefore, I had to let it eat away at me until I couldn't take it anymore. It got the best of me some days.
Sometimes, I'd sit and think of how I never really understood how things got to be the way they ended up. Things were always blamed on me, therefore I blamed myself. But after a while, I took a step back, and analyzed what was really going on. Needless to say, I don't blame myself for anything anymore.
I can now feel myself rise again.
No, it wasn't easy, but nobody said it would be.
As we grow older, everything will generally get harder. I like it that way. Struggling has taught me how to grow onto another level of strength.
I'm not as strong as I could be, but it's a learning process.
With all of that being said, I can smile.
Big smiles.
I'm not going to wonder if I made the mistake of burning my memories away. To me, I made the best choice I could make.
One that will stick.
One that will last.
&&One that I know I can say will last 'forever and always'.
Because when I say it, I mean it.
I close the note, and silently place it on top of the flames, causing them to grow for a rapid second.
There comes a time in life, when you burn the bridges for good.
For me, it was more of a burning of an entire country, not just the bridge that connects the countries.
".. And I'm burning all the letters hoping that I might forget her and her bad taste, that she left when she was leaving me, A life of barely breathing as she walked, out of this place." -Mayday Parade
Couldn't have said it better myself.
I burned all of the letters. All of the notes. All of the pictures, and memorabilia.
All of the 'I love you's' burned to an ash.
'Forever and Always' had its own half of the pit, burning until it couldn't burn anymore.
SO much thought went into this. So much time spent sitting there in dead silence, wondering if I was going to make a mistake. Everything played in my head, over and over, like a broken record, playing on repeat. All of the memories shared were going over in my head, leaving me with a feeling of sickness in my stomach. There were so many happy times flooded by the times where I just wanted to give up.
It ate away at me, for quite some time. Time that I surely won't get back. I don't regret any of the memories. Without them, and my experiences, I wouldn't be the person I am today. Simple isn't something I aim for. Therefore, I had to let it eat away at me until I couldn't take it anymore. It got the best of me some days.
Sometimes, I'd sit and think of how I never really understood how things got to be the way they ended up. Things were always blamed on me, therefore I blamed myself. But after a while, I took a step back, and analyzed what was really going on. Needless to say, I don't blame myself for anything anymore.
I can now feel myself rise again.
No, it wasn't easy, but nobody said it would be.
As we grow older, everything will generally get harder. I like it that way. Struggling has taught me how to grow onto another level of strength.
I'm not as strong as I could be, but it's a learning process.
With all of that being said, I can smile.
Big smiles.
I'm not going to wonder if I made the mistake of burning my memories away. To me, I made the best choice I could make.
One that will stick.
One that will last.
&&One that I know I can say will last 'forever and always'.
Because when I say it, I mean it.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Giving Thanks
Hello everyone.
I'm writing this blog to show my appreciation, in a way.
Tonight was the Honors Convocation at Flint Southwestern Academy. Everything went very well. Everyone there deserved to be there. We all put in the hard work, and really focused on getting the job done.
The atmosphere was amazing. I could feel it. I could feel everyone's spirits raised and the excitement that was built for the night. Although it will be nothing compared to graduation (June 2nd), it still felt as if it would be a night to remember for the rest of my life. I really enjoyed seeing all of the students, on the verge of becoming young adults and independent. Everyone had smiles on their faces and it seemed as if everyone was happy.
I personally, was very happy; probably the happiest I've been in a while. It felt great. I can go through life knowing that I went to high school (and some even middle school and earlier) with some of the most intelligent, most focused people.
I received my distinguished honors silver cords, as well as a document that went with it that showed my achievement academically. I also received the English Merit Award, which basically dubs me the English student of the year for the 2008/2009 school year, and I received my Geographic Regional scholarship from Oakland University.
The speeches were very well written and performed, the students were recognized well, and the staff should get pats on the back for a job well done.
The supporters were very kind, clapping to every name called, and every award given.
Things just couldn't have gotten any better.
I would like to thank everyone, literally.
Everyone played a role in the awards given out, including myself.
Over these past 6 years at Flint SWA, I've met some of the best people that I could've possibly met. I received guidance from some of the most skilled and gifted teachers. Last but not least, I received one of the best educations around.
Thank you staff, students, friends, parents, and other supporters.
Most of all, I'd like to finally thank and congratulate myself.
I'm the kind of person who'll give the utmost credit to others, and never really appreciate myself in certain situations. Now, while these last few days as a Senior at SWA dwindle down,I'd like to finally give myself a pat on the back.
I can remember when I was a Freshman, and I had no desire to be at school so I slacked off. But I got my mindset straightened out and I focused on my dreams and aspirations. Ever since then I haven't quit on anything. I've worked my butt off, so to speak, and never let down. My determination may have fluctuated at times, but I always made sure that I was focused on my goals.
Now, it's finally time for the younger kids to get some words of wisdom:
If you dare to believe in yourself, you will find the things in you that will materialize and set you off on your correct path.
Never give up.
Thank you for reading.
It's appreciated greatly.
-Robbie Williford
Class of 2009, Flint Southwestern Academy
I'm writing this blog to show my appreciation, in a way.
Tonight was the Honors Convocation at Flint Southwestern Academy. Everything went very well. Everyone there deserved to be there. We all put in the hard work, and really focused on getting the job done.
The atmosphere was amazing. I could feel it. I could feel everyone's spirits raised and the excitement that was built for the night. Although it will be nothing compared to graduation (June 2nd), it still felt as if it would be a night to remember for the rest of my life. I really enjoyed seeing all of the students, on the verge of becoming young adults and independent. Everyone had smiles on their faces and it seemed as if everyone was happy.
I personally, was very happy; probably the happiest I've been in a while. It felt great. I can go through life knowing that I went to high school (and some even middle school and earlier) with some of the most intelligent, most focused people.
I received my distinguished honors silver cords, as well as a document that went with it that showed my achievement academically. I also received the English Merit Award, which basically dubs me the English student of the year for the 2008/2009 school year, and I received my Geographic Regional scholarship from Oakland University.
The speeches were very well written and performed, the students were recognized well, and the staff should get pats on the back for a job well done.
The supporters were very kind, clapping to every name called, and every award given.
Things just couldn't have gotten any better.
I would like to thank everyone, literally.
Everyone played a role in the awards given out, including myself.
Over these past 6 years at Flint SWA, I've met some of the best people that I could've possibly met. I received guidance from some of the most skilled and gifted teachers. Last but not least, I received one of the best educations around.
Thank you staff, students, friends, parents, and other supporters.
Most of all, I'd like to finally thank and congratulate myself.
I'm the kind of person who'll give the utmost credit to others, and never really appreciate myself in certain situations. Now, while these last few days as a Senior at SWA dwindle down,I'd like to finally give myself a pat on the back.
I can remember when I was a Freshman, and I had no desire to be at school so I slacked off. But I got my mindset straightened out and I focused on my dreams and aspirations. Ever since then I haven't quit on anything. I've worked my butt off, so to speak, and never let down. My determination may have fluctuated at times, but I always made sure that I was focused on my goals.
Now, it's finally time for the younger kids to get some words of wisdom:
If you dare to believe in yourself, you will find the things in you that will materialize and set you off on your correct path.
Never give up.
Thank you for reading.
It's appreciated greatly.
-Robbie Williford
Class of 2009, Flint Southwestern Academy
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Beautiful Sunrises.
I smile.
I smile because, you are no longer the reason for my slumps.
I can live life, and smile knowing that you can smile without me.
I can breathe deeply, without having to stop to let you breathe.
I can believe in myself again, without you telling me I'm wrong.
I can take my steps, without you here to become a stronger person.
I can stumble, and not expect you to be there to pick me up, just like before.
I can fall, and not worry about you being there to catch me.
I can laugh without worrying about making you laugh in unison with me.
I can smile knowing that the smile will be there, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, til death does it part from me.
I can smile for new reasons, for best friends, and for feelings not involving you.
Most of all, I can smile, because I'm not binded by you any longer. I'm not held down from my true potential anymore. I'm not contained by your being.
I'm me.
Robert Francis Williford.
ME.
:)
I smile because, you are no longer the reason for my slumps.
I can live life, and smile knowing that you can smile without me.
I can breathe deeply, without having to stop to let you breathe.
I can believe in myself again, without you telling me I'm wrong.
I can take my steps, without you here to become a stronger person.
I can stumble, and not expect you to be there to pick me up, just like before.
I can fall, and not worry about you being there to catch me.
I can laugh without worrying about making you laugh in unison with me.
I can smile knowing that the smile will be there, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, til death does it part from me.
I can smile for new reasons, for best friends, and for feelings not involving you.
Most of all, I can smile, because I'm not binded by you any longer. I'm not held down from my true potential anymore. I'm not contained by your being.
I'm me.
Robert Francis Williford.
ME.
:)
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Memories of Yesterday's Promises.
Things change. It's inevitable. It's going to happen no matter what. Although I am aware of this process, I still believe that change can somehow be manipulated to be curved a certain way. I'm certain that promises were made to be broken, and dreams were meant to be broken down somehow.
"Is it broken? Can we work it out?"
Promises are made to teach lessons. No matter what the case is, or who is involved in it, a promise is your word. Your committal to something, and devotion to making sure that the promise Isn't broken. Working out the mistake of breaking a promise is a hard thing to do, but it CAN be done. Trust me. Trust problems and all, I can accept the fact that promises can be broken. I don't attach myself to the promise as much as I used to, but that's is only to ensure that I don't get hurt. That doesn't mean I don't believe in it. I do. I believe in things, and have faith in things, but one thing that is for sure, I'm not trying to get hurt in the process. Sure, I'll be disappointed or upset is a promise isn't fulfilled, and I'll even probably think a lot about it. But one thing that I'll keep in my mind is that everyone makes mistakes. Some way more than others. Mistakes are learning blocks to success. Without them, we all would be oblivious to what was really going on in this world. It teaches people, young and old, how to appreciate and adapt to things, as well as create a valuable lesson of life.
Most of all, it teaches you how to grow and better yourself as a human being, and as a person;inside and out.
"Is it broken? Can we work it out?"
Promises are made to teach lessons. No matter what the case is, or who is involved in it, a promise is your word. Your committal to something, and devotion to making sure that the promise Isn't broken. Working out the mistake of breaking a promise is a hard thing to do, but it CAN be done. Trust me. Trust problems and all, I can accept the fact that promises can be broken. I don't attach myself to the promise as much as I used to, but that's is only to ensure that I don't get hurt. That doesn't mean I don't believe in it. I do. I believe in things, and have faith in things, but one thing that is for sure, I'm not trying to get hurt in the process. Sure, I'll be disappointed or upset is a promise isn't fulfilled, and I'll even probably think a lot about it. But one thing that I'll keep in my mind is that everyone makes mistakes. Some way more than others. Mistakes are learning blocks to success. Without them, we all would be oblivious to what was really going on in this world. It teaches people, young and old, how to appreciate and adapt to things, as well as create a valuable lesson of life.
Most of all, it teaches you how to grow and better yourself as a human being, and as a person;inside and out.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Growing.
Growing up is probably one of life's hardest things to do. It's the longest learning process that you'll have to go through, and is most likely the biggest one as well. From the day we are born, we have to learn how to live, to survive in the world, as a human being. Although, as an infant, there are not as many responsibilities that are present, due to the fact that you don't have many abilities yet. You haven't grown into your abilities yet. But as you get older, life changes and you have to adjust as well as adapt with it. It's all a learning process, and can be a hard one at that. There are so many things to have to learn, to grow into. As a young person, you can pick up habits or characteristics that define you as a person, when you get older. For instance, if you grow up around a certain group of people, good or bad, you will pick up the language used, the way they go about doing things, or the way they think, and you'll be one of them as well. It's just the way the human race works. If we are around something for too long, we will start to mirror it. We act like it, breathe like it, eat like it, see like it, and hear like it, as if it were what we've done our whole lives.
To make my point clear, Once we adapt and adjust to everything and get good at it, we tend to change again. We start the entire process over. We learn to adjust to having to repeat the process over and over again. Along the way, we pick up habits that stick with us throughout our lives. Habits that make you, you, and me, me.
All I'm asking, is that we choose wisely the habits that we want to pick up. Choose the ones that you know deep down will make you a better person, in the long run. If the short term works with it, then it's a bonus.
To make my point clear, Once we adapt and adjust to everything and get good at it, we tend to change again. We start the entire process over. We learn to adjust to having to repeat the process over and over again. Along the way, we pick up habits that stick with us throughout our lives. Habits that make you, you, and me, me.
All I'm asking, is that we choose wisely the habits that we want to pick up. Choose the ones that you know deep down will make you a better person, in the long run. If the short term works with it, then it's a bonus.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Giving Up.
Sometimes, I have to remind myself, that things won't always go as planned. For me, it's been one hell of a ride. Emotional stress, followed by physical breakdown, accompanied by spiritual depletion and mental hindrances have all been present, at the same time. I've felt that feeling. The one where I know I don't have anybody there, to pick me up when I'm down. Or to guide me, when I don't have anything showing me my way. I was forced to pick myself up. I was a misfit. Nobody wanted me. Nobody wanted to help me, in my time of struggling.
I picked myself up; dusted my own shoulders off. Even when I never thought I could, I did. Even when all odds were against me, and I was left in the dust of my own being, I did it.
Let me be the first person to tell you: It wasn't easy. Not in any circumstance was it easy for me to pick myself up, out of my own hole. In fact, it was probably the hardest thing I've had to do. It made me a stronger person, which is why I'm glad I went through it alone. As much as I wanted someone there for me, to pick me up after I fell, and as much as I would've loved for someone to be my support, I needed to go through it alone. To make my heart truer to itself, and to make the pain very evident to myself. When a heart is broken, and is forced to independently heal, the process is hard. But in the end, you'll be amazed on how much character it builds for you. I don't wish it on anybody, to get hurt the way I did, nor to feel the pain I felt, but to even have the ability to know what it truly feels like is a blessing in disguise.
Trust me.
Yes, memories are all I have left of past happiness. Some of which, I won't ever forget. This may be confusing but it's the truth:
Lastly, there is a reason for everything, as well as a time and place for everything. There comes a time in life when you have to come to realizations on certain subjects in their entirety. During my journey of hurting, I've realized some things.
I realized that I am only one person and I am not perfect. Nobody is. In fact, nobody comes close to being perfect. Everybody just has to accept that fact. Everyone will make mistakes, only because we are human, and because it is normal.
The only thing left to do is find someone who accepts the fact that I have flaws, and that I am imperfect.
The beauty of it all, is knowing that the only real person you can trust is yourself.
When you lose that...
You're done.
I picked myself up; dusted my own shoulders off. Even when I never thought I could, I did. Even when all odds were against me, and I was left in the dust of my own being, I did it.
Let me be the first person to tell you: It wasn't easy. Not in any circumstance was it easy for me to pick myself up, out of my own hole. In fact, it was probably the hardest thing I've had to do. It made me a stronger person, which is why I'm glad I went through it alone. As much as I wanted someone there for me, to pick me up after I fell, and as much as I would've loved for someone to be my support, I needed to go through it alone. To make my heart truer to itself, and to make the pain very evident to myself. When a heart is broken, and is forced to independently heal, the process is hard. But in the end, you'll be amazed on how much character it builds for you. I don't wish it on anybody, to get hurt the way I did, nor to feel the pain I felt, but to even have the ability to know what it truly feels like is a blessing in disguise.
Trust me.
Yes, memories are all I have left of past happiness. Some of which, I won't ever forget. This may be confusing but it's the truth:
- I refuse to be treated that way again, and some people may never really understand the feeling that I felt, nor will they understand what happened in my past; which won't allow them to understand me in the present. (As much as I'd like to make people understand, or even try to help them understand, it's not as easy as it seems. Sometimes, it's not even the case)
- I also refuse to forget some of the memories that I have, because forgetting would create a gap-something that I definitely don't need. Remembering the memories will allow me to link my present with my past, and will show me everything that has happened along the way. I don't want to say it shows me what mistakes I've made, but it's along those lines. It shows me what lessons I've learned, so to speak.
Lastly, there is a reason for everything, as well as a time and place for everything. There comes a time in life when you have to come to realizations on certain subjects in their entirety. During my journey of hurting, I've realized some things.
- I pushed away way too many people who I cared about, and who cared about me.
- I was blind. Completely.
- I hurt a lot of people, to make one person happy, and didn't even succeed.
- I hurt myself, to make others happy.
- I lost a little piece of myself, through all of the hurting, all of the confusion, all of the remorse, and all of the mistakes/lessons learned.
- I pushed myself down into the hole, by allowing myself to be stepped on.
I realized that I am only one person and I am not perfect. Nobody is. In fact, nobody comes close to being perfect. Everybody just has to accept that fact. Everyone will make mistakes, only because we are human, and because it is normal.
The only thing left to do is find someone who accepts the fact that I have flaws, and that I am imperfect.
The beauty of it all, is knowing that the only real person you can trust is yourself.
When you lose that...
You're done.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Away with forgetting the goodbyes
"Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting."
Goodbye is never an easy thing to say, to anybody. Nor is it something that anybody wants to be greeted with at a departure. Knowing that goodbye would really mean going away, doesn't always mean you forget. You will, however, forget how you came to the departure, due to the anticipation of the goodbye. It's really a dreadful word, of sorts. One of those words that should be banned from the dictionary, and basically abolished from the English language. Give it to one of the less fortunate languages, I'm sure they'll appreciate it.
Just remember: Saying goodbye does mean that you'll be going away. Also, going away, will eventually mean forgetting. Mark my words. It'll happen.
But only if you let it.
Goodbye is never an easy thing to say, to anybody. Nor is it something that anybody wants to be greeted with at a departure. Knowing that goodbye would really mean going away, doesn't always mean you forget. You will, however, forget how you came to the departure, due to the anticipation of the goodbye. It's really a dreadful word, of sorts. One of those words that should be banned from the dictionary, and basically abolished from the English language. Give it to one of the less fortunate languages, I'm sure they'll appreciate it.
Just remember: Saying goodbye does mean that you'll be going away. Also, going away, will eventually mean forgetting. Mark my words. It'll happen.
But only if you let it.
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