Sometimes it’s easier to miss someone then to love them. To close the door instead of let them in. The idea of how things could be substitutes the effort of actually making it happen. In the end, people cross paths to teach lessons, to change one another, to simply take up time.
If we refuse to give our time to someone so willing to accept it, they have taught us all we need and we have to be fair in releasing their hand, and watching them go. There’s convenience to limbo, to the back burner, to I might miss you if you leave but there’s no reason to accept love, with no intention to love back.
Too many people live in oblivion. They take life as it is. They have amateur ambitions, a close-minded outlook and a persuadable mind for conspiracy theories. They accept the stability of a plateau. They have no interest in seeing what else life has to offer.
If your dreams haven’t made you cry, haven’t kept you awake at night, or haven’t forced you to give up, time and time again, they’re not big enough. You don’t want them bad enough. There’s a lot of motivation at night that morning pretends not to remember, so don’t let it slip away. Don’t let your days get lost.
Go for the long shot. Go for as far as you can skip a rock, for the only lies we believe are our own. Don’t tell yourself this is enough because there’s a danger in believing that’s true and it will cost a life you’ll never know.
We become fixated on fictional lives and narrated characters. They all have their story. Their beginning, middle and end and they all have a sense of direction for they were created with a purpose. Fantasy gives us the opportunity to lose ourselves in scripted reality. To leave a world we know; and embrace a world we want. It’s a nice story. Too bad it isn’t true.
We must learn to accept that life is what it is or we will constantly end with disappointment. We are given so many ways to hide but in the end, the safest place to be, is where you belong. So, day dream, write stories, watch movies, but don’t forget. It’s the beauty of a flower but the thorn of a rose. It’s the pain of deception.
There will be a day when you realize, life’s been busy changing. Your drinking buddy’s having a baby while your best friend’s tying the knot. The familiar faces of your hometown have scattered across the world and the girl whose name you once knew is the face of the biggest magazines. The jocks are chugging beers and the nerds are making money. The pretty girls still love the drunks while you’re just relieved you’ve moved on.
And on this day you’ll see, there are people behind you and people ahead of you in this crazy thing called life. We’re in a race, competing against a world that knows no rules and plays by no standard. No one comes out the winner and with that, no one comes out the loser. You’re tired and you’re gasping but as long as you keep running, you’re playing the game right.
The pain isn’t permanent. It goes away as graceful as the sky fills with colour after a storm. As temporary as a pavement of chalk beneath rain. So don’t worry. Once today’s pain is yesterdays, you’ll be given a clean slate to make a mess.
Live your days like stepping stones, as if it’s the only path you have. You’ll gain balance and strength with each stride and live life with no desire to look back. One day, you’ll be so fortunate you pushed through and only then will you see, why the path you had to take, brought to you to where it did.
We want to be the main character with a promising storyline and lovable flaws, but too often, we are the villains. Too often do we give ourselves the poisonous apple. We turn a gun on the people in our way and willingly put on the mask to taunt the damsel in distress that is ourselves. We walk away, head held high as everything we know burns in a dramatic explosion, for the monsters and daemons, they all live inside us. Our psychological wounds act as the red stain around our lips or the scar above our eye. It acts as the underlining story, making us the self-destructive people we’re ashamed to be.
Body Morphia is a Canadian company that offers a subscription to a ‘bag’ full of health and fitness related products, delivered to your door every month. The Body Morphia bag costs $19.99/month. Every month has a theme. This months (September) was called ‘Back 2 Gym and Fitness Class’.
Reusable Gym/Beach Bag
JSK Pro Protein Crunch: A natural source of protein & fibre in the form of pumpkin seeds. This appears to be a full-sized product that would make for a good snack that can get you through the day.
Reach African Mango: I’m not one to take supplements so if I do decide to try this product, it will be after a lot of research and reviews! It is said to be suggested by Dr.Oz as a weight loss supplement.
Trachealth (Simple Super Seeds Chia): This simple product seems similar to a packet of Crystal Light. You mix the packet into a glass of water and are left with a Strawberry Lemonade flavoured drink full of omega 3’s, electrolytes and fiber.
Kaizen (ephedrinehcl): A sample packet of medication, used as decongestant to relieve nasal congestion. I’m hesitant on trying new pills and will probably leave this included product, unused.
Simple Protein Nut & Fruit: These three packages were immediately my favourite product from this subscription. The bars have a similar texture to Rice Crispies and range from flavours of Almond Cherry to Peanut Butter Strawberry.
Although the idea of these products inspired me to get healthy, I don’t know if I would subscribe to this service considering I don’t know what some of these products truly are/the health advantage to them. That being said, Body Morphia is perfect for someone who is very serious about working out and is educated about nutrition.
Why can’t we speak for the animals? Why can’t we have a meat-free diet without being considered a hippie. Why can’t we have a love for cats without being lonely or stand behind PETA without being accused of following a trend. We can’t smile at a puppy without being weak or give the animals love back, without being crazy.
Perhaps animal lovers just need to find that love. Our therapists, our companions, our family. It’s unconditional. It’s irreplaceable. A love that can be felt with no words, no sounds, no grand gestures. A rare thing in life that reminds us that sometimes, love can be silent.
Life in the 90’s were simple. They were easy. Our TV’s played cartoons, not the madness in the news. Stress was level 50 in Bop-It or the sound of your VHS, jamming in your machine. We expressed ourselves on Paint documents and through our latest Art Attack. Crime was a Mary Kate and Ashley episode including ghosts and amusement parks while horror was the theme song to Goosebumps, you forgot to turn off in time.
And in the midst of perfection, and our picket fence lives, there was death, and loss and tragedy. Meaning we have been taught to fear a world that once offered so much happiness. We’re no longer hidden from truth so we can no longer pretend it’s not there. Which leaves us to wonder, did we like the 90’s or did we like the opportunity to live in oblivion?
Stress is the stacking of bricks, melting into the soft ground beneath. It’s the little things, the loud noises, the never-ending cycle of burden. Stress is a boiling kettle, a staircase to nowhere, a sea of due dates and obligations. We live in a world that offers everything but owes us nothing and with that; there’s not enough time, not enough sleep, not enough strength.
They can tell you to relax, to calm down, to stop getting worked up over nothing but that’s like throwing a dart and missing the target. That’s like an empty promise that things will workout. So we live our lives held back, with no clue what to do, for stress is the weight of the wagon you continue to pull, leaving pieces of yourself in it’s tracks.