“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief
requirements of life,
when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic
about.” -Charles Kingsley

I started to
think about belief. Maybe it’s not even advisable to be an optimist after the
age of 30. Maybe pessimism is something we have to start applying daily, like
moisturizer. Otherwise, how do you bounce back when reality batters your belief
system and love does not, as promised, conquer all? Is hope a drug we need to
go off of, or is it keeping us alive? –Carrie Bradshaw

And the tears
come streaming down your face

When you lose
something you cannot replace

-fix you, cold play

Summer days, ah, summer days…

Fare thee well..

Fill in the blank:


-1. Change is ____.
      a.) good
      b.) bad

So many roads, so many detours. So
many choices, so many mistakes.

As we drive along this road called life,
occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost.

When that happens, I guess
she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda.. buckle up and just keep
going.

As we speed along this endless road to the destination called “Who We
Hope To Be”, I can’t help but whine: Are we there yet? –Carrie Bradshaw

It’s like being a helpless little kid with several bullies playing
“keepway” with your most valued possession. Every time you gave your all
to chase after it in one direction, it gets thrown over in another
direction.

It’s like eating those delicious cookies from Holland and craving for
them, but having no means of getting any more of them. Is it better to
have never tasted them so you won’t be always craving for something you
can’t have?

It’s like dangling on a string of hope which is about to snap but still hoping you’ll be pulled to safety by that little string.

It’s like waiting for someone to awaken from a coma. They’re showing
signs of vitality, so giving some hope. But full awakening is still
uncertain, so how long are you supposed to put your life on hold just
waiting for this person to wake up?

It’s like a friend who tells you she’s going to kill herself, then
few weeks later
tell you it was just a joke. She does this repeatedly until you decide
this is just too much drama, and you cut her out of your life.

It’s like finding out a friend died. It just feels like a bad dream.
No way can this really be happening. And every time you wake up, you
feel fine for a few seconds. Then it hits you. You remember what’s
happened. Then the air around becomes such a heavy weight on your chest.

It’s like fighting in a war with your comrades and you’ve been abandoned
when you were in most desperate time of need. You’re alone. The worst
kind. Abandonment.

It’s like thinking you have stomach problems because your stomach’s
been hurting. But it’s hurting only because you’ve been starving
yourself. You don’t
need painkillers or prescription drugs. You need what any other body
naturally needs – food.

It’s like having your husband and children killed and saying to
yourself that you shouldn’t be sad at all, because there are plenty of
women your age who’ve never been married or had kids. But even though
you’ve been fortunate to have had a family, it’s only natural to mourn.

What a crazy week.

I’m going to get out of bed
every morning, breathe in and out all day long.

And
then after a while I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect
for a while.

–Sleepless in Seattle