Losing friends, family or loves in any form can be shattering. Many seem to come and go, which is acceptable after some time, but in the beginning there is a grieving period. Im not necessarily talking about death either. When people who Ive invested so much time and emotion and self into are suddenly gone, I feel an immense pain that will weigh heavy on my heart with no end in the foreseeable future. I take comfort in times like these reminding myself how unimaginably microscopic I am, and how insignificant my woes truly are. In the right context it could appear pessimistic or self loathing to think my life doesnt really matter, but it honestly makes me appreciate what great things I do possess. The things Im so upset about, arent really the big deal that they feel like. My life isnt over because hard times come, they will pass just like everything else. Everything is ever changing, and what a waste of life to be hung up every time a loved one betrays, lies, slanders, or is hideously toxic for me. I will take our experiences and pleasant memories and move along. I can always find love, fortune and joy because it was always within myself, not with someone else. I can thanks my mother for that. Sorry for the novel but sometimes I have to write, and sometime I want to share. So... Anyways, adiós mofos. Happy Friday!
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 14:02:29 +0000
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