“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.”
– Hermann Hesse
I guess this is something I still have to figure out. See I’ve always been the type to wear my heart on my sleeve. I don’t hide my feeling or emotions, because what’s the point? This also makes me grow attached to someone really quickly (although I am quite picky about whom I let into my life)… but growing attached is not a good thing, because in my experience it usually ends in disappointment.
We desire to hold on to what we value and we suffer when life’s inevitable process of change separates us from those things.
Sometimes it happens that the people and things we get attached to is not meant to be in our lives. If something is not meant to be in your life you can’t keep it… you need to let it go.
Life is a lot like a puzzle, everything, every moment, every person in your life is a piece of the puzzle that would complete your picture in the end. The sad part is that we sometimes find a piece that we really really like and we want to hold on the that piece, but we can’t…
You can’t force a piece that does not fit. That is someone else’s piece and you need to let that one go, in order to find your piece; The one that fits perfectly.
At a time I had an amazing Rock star life. My sister and I were in an awesome Rock band called “The PPG’s” (which, by the way, is actually short for Power puff girls). We’d do covers of Nirvana, Bon Jovi, ACDC, Deff Leppard and our ultimate favorite… Smokey! We had the time of our lives! Big concerts, partying all night, meeting lots of people all the time and of course all the world tours we did. We were big stars and the whole world adored us.
I drove an Onyx Black Shelby Mustang and my sister a Wine Red Lamborghini we lived in a big Mansion near some Beach and we were both married to amazing guys. Strangely with our busy ‘Rock Star Schedules’ we still had time for our families and our marriages worked out. I remember my sister getting married in the Bahamas. I can’t really remember when or where my wedding was or if I even had a wedding… I was just married. Continue reading “Let’s pretend that…”
This is something that has been on my mind a lot lately. I’m sure that a lot of people, if not everyone, has thought about this at least once… Who or what determines what is ‘Normal’?
According to the English dictionary Normal could be:
- an Adjective: Conforming to a standard, usual, typical, expected… or
- a Noun: The usual, typical, or expected state or condition.
By who exactly is this expected? Who decides what a “usual or typical” condition is? Who makes these conclusions and who agrees on them? If ‘Normal’ was the equivalent of oblivious would it then mean that you are ‘abnormal’ if you were a sentient human being? Continue reading “Normal…”
Life is short. We seem to think that we’ll live forever. We spend time and money as though we’ll always be here. We buy shiny things as though they matter and are worth the debt and stress of attachment. We put off the so-called “trip of a lifetime” for another year, because we all assume we have another year. We don’t tell the ones we love how much we love them often enough because we assume there’s always tomorrow.
And we fear. Oh, do we fear. We stick it out in miserable jobs and situations because we’re afraid of the risk of stepping out. We don’t reach high enough or far enough because we’re worried we’ll fail, forgetting – or never realizing – that it’s better to fail spectacularly while reaching for the stars than it is to succeed at something we never really wanted in the first place. Continue reading “Life is Short!”