Ever miss someone who treated you like crap? I mean you really hated them and couldn’t stand to be around them and when they’ve been gone for a while all you want to do is reach out to them and ask them how they are doing?
Ever feel like you’ve been put down and marginalized for your entire life and then meet someone who’s in a worse situation than you?
Then decide you don’t want to be anyone other than yourself.
What’s in a cliche? To me it’s a bit of truth and a bit of hope.
“Good things come to those who wait.” I lose track the number of times someone has said this to me. I’ve heard it so often that sometimes I say it to myself when I’m a bit restless.
“It takes as long as it takes.” – Ann (It’s Not Stamped On Your Forehead). I wrote those words because I’d lived them.
These days I’m happy to have found my bit of truth.
Have you ever learned the truth about someone you’re really close to and it confirmed all of the bad things you thought about the person but you had to treat them like you have no idea who they really are?
I’m always excited to see the statue of liberty no matter how many times I see it. It always reminds me of the country America strives to be. Just knowing that an ideal theory existed at some point gives me a bit of hope for the future.
According to Chris Rock all women need are “food, water, compliments, and an occasional pair of shoes.”
It’s a great synopsis but I would add some things – appreciation, support, and kindness.
I’m beginning to think independence is overrated.
Lately I often find myself waiting for one minute to pass –
One minute until the workday is over.
One minute before my alarm goes off.
One minute before a show I like comes on.
One minute before someone said that they would call me.
And what I realize is that one minute can be a long time when you have to wait it out.
I also realize no one ever says – “Give me a sec” anymore.
Seems like nothing or no one is ever that fast.
I guess my name is common now!
I think like everyone sometimes I wonder what death really is. Sometimes I look forward to it and sometimes I’m afraid of it. Sometimes I think it would be good for me and sometimes I think it would be good for other people. Sometimes I wonder if I will accomplish the things I want to accomplish before I die. Sometimes I wonder what it truly means to live in the moment when death can occur at any moment. Sometimes I hope I live a really long time. Sometimes I hope I die without getting really sick again. Sometimes I think there has to be a higher power that puts us here and takes us out. Sometimes I think death comes at the right time. Sometimes I hate the fact that there is such a thing as death at all. Sometimes I think I could live forever. Sometimes I think I can’t live through one more day. And sometimes I just hope death means something better than life.
Thank You to my Uncle Zach for the tickets!