Clouds Beneath My Feet.

So you’ll leave because you can’t stand
breaking my heart like the ones who stay.
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You’ll bite your lip and smile, muttering “that’s my girl”, beneath the rasp of your voice. You’ll text me until I fall asleep, figuring out the sticks and stones I’m made of.

I’ll start to fill with hopeless emotions, making breakfast in the comfort of your big, flannel shirt. I’ll show up with a naked face and send careless texts of the pizza I ate for lunch.

I’ll take steps towards you with clouds beneath my feet.

To be with a girl that’s comfortable is to be standing at the edge of a cliff, having the power to push her off with the mere air in your words. Some guys will let her climb down while the ones free of guilt will push her, with no intention of being at the bottom.

And so, you’ll leave, because you can’t stand breaking my heart like the ones who stay.

You’ll Deprive The World.

Sometimes life is about the lives you’re saving,
when you don’t even think you can save your own. youngandtwenty.com

Don’t ever let your life end short or you’ll deprive the world of everything you have to offer.

You won’t be there to hold the door open for the fragile lady, overwhelmed with groceries. You won’t be there to smile across the subway to someone suffering Monday morning blues. You won’t tell your co worker a joke you heard on the radio, or send a contagious laugh through the coffee shop line.

Cause them tears from a punch line, not from their loss. Give them smiles for your future, not from your memories. Give them a hug to hold onto, not to remember.

We’re all given the same power to make a difference, to give our life purpose. We’re all able to make good from the bad and turn a life we can’t stand, into a life worth standing for.

So, every time you feel misplaced, and lost in a world where you don’t belong, remember sometimes life is about the lives you’re saving, when you don’t even think you can save your own.

Staying Inspired.

For many reasons, I am fortunate to have found blogging .One reason being the amazing, like-minded people, I get to meet. A few weeks ago I received an email from an incredibly talented women
– Evi – a.k.a. Echo Ink
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Evi told me how she can relate to my writing and with that, she reminded me that we are all on different, yet such similar journeys. We are all searching for our purpose and the ability to find out who we truly are. We are all desperate to find a way to cope. A way to find a moment of silence when our thoughts are too loud. 

I found my peace with writing – as has Evi – although I believe her true happiness is found within the creases and folds of her beautiful art. I couldn’t thank Evi more for sharing her work with me. As soon as I received her package, I had to find out more!

Upon questioning, Evi told me that the paper she uses comes from various books and magazines that she has left over from her undergrad program. She has found a powerful sense of pride in turning something so demanding from her past, into something she is proud of today.

The love shows in her work.

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I am truly honoured to have been able to come across Evi’s strength and kindness. She illustrates the road I hope I’m on, as she is a voice of encouragement for all ‘twenty-something’s’. I look forward to building a friendship and hearing more of her story.

Please take the time to visit Evi’s Blog and Etsy Shop!

The Wish for One More Chance.

You continue to look his way. You disregard the eyes of affection,
the genuine people who come up. The ones who can rewrite your pain.
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 Heartbreak is the sorrow of a lonely bird. The crumbling of an expired cake. The nostalgia of a top-40 song. It’s the disbelief, the regret, the wish for once more chance. It’s the unchangeable mind that this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.

But how many times can you let the same person defeat you? You sacrifice your self-worth because you settle, and you accept. You continue to look his way. You disregard the eyes of affection, the genuine people who come up. The ones who can rewrite your pain.

They’re begging for your time and attention like you’re begging for his. 

Don’t Say Anything.

Don’t say, “still”? Don’t say, “I thought you got over that”. Don’t say anything if you can’t understand the way pain lingers.
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We hate when people assume things just pass. If you see me in a month, I  might still be confused. If you see me in a year, I  might still be insecure. If you see me when I’m smiling, I might still be in pain.

Don’t say, “still”? Don’t say, “I thought you got over that”. Don’t say anything if you can’t understand the way pain lingers.

It could be so simple if we had the same thoughts, same fears, same goals. It would be so simple to understand the walls people build, the laughs that are true and the tears that they drown in.

So we have to remember that despite tomorrow’s promise for a better day, we can’t just shut off the pain that we felt today.

Stigma in Being Single.

Why isn’t it okay to be alone when in fact, the loneliest lonely can be found in someone’s arms.
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Love is rarely right the first time. A statement we chose to ignore yet a statement we chose to challenge. It’s a cruel concept. It’s cruel to define life as an ongoing struggle of finding someone who loves you, for you. It’s even harder when you’re different. When your weaknesses are harder to turn a blind eye to. When you don’t even love yourself.

You don’t need to be held when you cry. You don’t need someone to blanket you with concern. It’s the stigma in being single. People can’t understand how you can want to be alone. How you can live day after day without a good morning kiss or year after year without a Valentine’s date.

They tell us our lives have voids, but they can’t tell us what makes theirs different, and so we wonder, why it isn’t okay to be alone when in fact, the loneliest lonely can be found in someone’s arms.