The fact is I believe that in too many ways our generation evolves on how many Likes, Shares and Thank you can be achieved in a day/week. Everyone appears incapable of just doing something because it feels good and brings them or someone pure joy.
We may make assumptions on where our paths are going to end up going, with our own crayon colored imaginary pictures of what we will be, what we will do and where we will be. But I have learned that I don’t really know jack, especially when it comes to assuming where my path is going. I am sure if I drew a map of where I started and drew [stick figures as everyone knows that I can’t really draw] my imaginary accomplishments and moments where I thought I would be at ….. It would resemble a nicely laid out Life game. But the joke was and has been on me.
Being the strong minded or stubborn, you can fill in whichever word choice you choose….I just means that I am not staying in this funk. I have plans to eat some lasagna later, and food and friends is always a better option to mind tunnels.
hese scars moved inwards from the external tears and bruised faces and wrapped themselves around your identity. Thus blurring your eyes, silencing your ears and deforming the way you treat yourself
I started thinking about the roles/characters that we play in our lives and tried to compare them to what we play for others. Somehow there always appears to be some disconnect between the two and the discrepancy didn’t seem to reconcile as we grow older, but instead grow wider.
I may soon start farting rainbows if I keep drinking this magical brew, for the idea of getting a whole hour to block out the world is going to be a gift and miracle in itself. Oh well, here’s to farting rainbows.
I clearly don’t see how my legs affect the balance of the universe. I don’t see how any other woman’s legs affect it either. It’s a personal choice, whether done for religious reasons, or because the person just want to just be them. IT’S THEIR FREAKING CHOICE.