Shadow Boxing

It really bums me out when my friends write each other off. Friendships, like any meaningful relationship, require work. They aren't always easy, they aren't always convenient, and they aren't always fun. But that doesn't make them any less important and giving up on someone completely because you aren't getting along as well as you used to seems sad, petty, and frankly immature.

The solution to a broken friendship can often be as simple as putting yourself in the other person's shoes. The view from the other side may just make you stop and re-examine the half of the equation you've been ignoring - yourself.

Empathy goes a long way I think.

Friendship makes life WORTH LIVING. And you don't give up on the people you love for nothing. Ever.

Something I can't help but notice is how my brother and I are growing apart. As I'm becoming the person I'm meant to be, and he is as well, we have less and less in common. I find myself zoning out when he talks to me about absolutely ridiculous things. And it's like, he doesn't care about anything that matters to me. He doesn't understand why I have a cat, or my fashion sense. I know that when I get my tattoo(s) that it could very well be the final straw. And it's sad, because it's him. It's not me. I've never been judgmental about anything he's ever done. If it makes him happy, then I'm happy for him. But for some reason, he can't give me that same common courtesy back. And it hurts.  

I get mad at people when they have lives outside of our friendship. It's sort of a catch 22. Because ultimately, if I was in your facebook pictures instead of whomever, I would be wishing I was at home. but when I'm at home, looking at those pictures, I long to be a part of them. I'm a definite homebody. There's nothing I love more than just being at home. But sometimes, I don't know, I guess I wish I was out there making memories. But that's okay. I'm quite content right here. Just, stop by and say hey sometimes? 

The Day You Read This

On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real. 

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones. 

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead. 

That you control that completely. 

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music. 

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends. 

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living. 

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around. 

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.

Choices

I was born into a family not of my choosing, by parents that I didn't pick. They used a few parenting techniques that they thought were best, fed me food and exposed me to people and television they believed would shape a quality personality. So I watched the TV they chose, ate from the limited choice of healthy food in the cupboards, and read the books they bought me. I grew with the internal and external physical traits forced on me by genetics. Now I'm typing this on a computer we bought in a city I didn't choose to live in, from a store that was only the best in the area we had to choose from, and by a man who was given his job by some rich bigshot. My freedoms and liberties are ironically limited, and chosen by a government that I don't have the right to choose. Even when I'm eighteen, my democracy will be about as diverse as "puppet on the left, or puppet on the right". Now I apparently just have to choose my future.