Spanish Poetry Is Not Fun
You know, I always hated that one part of English class where we had to read, study, write, and analyze poetry. I like to read and write poetry, but I don't like to analyze them and write a paragraph about it. Shakespearean sonnets were also not my good friends.
Well.
I miss that now because poetry in Spanish is just... so much more complicated. There are so many rules and types of rhyme, stanzas, syllable combinations, etc. I kinda regret signing up for AP Spanish now. It's a lot to know and keep in your head, and some of it is going to show up in the AP Exam in May. And that's not even half of half of it, I bet. :|
But anyway, I've been having another of my pensive moments... something my father said. He said that, in this life, to be kind, you kind have to be or are a pushover. Only pushovers are kind in this world.
While I'd like to immediately and strongly say "no" to this, I have gone through enough to know that there is at least some truth to this. It's sad, but... think about it. People who are kind, truly kind and forgiving at heart, are taken advantage of constantly. But it's okay with them because they just want everyone to be happy; they probably don't even know they're being taken advantage of. They just want to help. They just want to be there for people.
While not all truly kind people are pushovers, there are those who are; I was one of them, even. I cared so much to help and be there for people I'd considered my friends, and it hurt me that they only came to me, only saw me when it was convenient for them or when they needed something from me. That hurt. A lot. But I never said anything, I let it pass. I wanted them to be happy, even though I was miserable inside. I was, basically, a pushover.
Well, something inside me couldn't take it anymore and I saw that they weren't really true friends. If they were, they wouldn't ignore me or leave me out or only come to me when they need something from me. The cold part of my heart came into play and I changed. Maybe not for the best, but I'm able to be not so miserable anymore.
I still care, but, I'm not such a pushover anymore. I don't go seeking them anymore; I know when I'm not wanted. And it's fine. I'm here for them, should they ever need me, I've told them that at one point, but I'm not gonna go seeking them anymore. If they wanna say "hi" then I'll say "hi"; if they don't, they don't and I won't.
What I've also realized is that, to achieve my happiness in life, I'm gonna have to be a little selfish; I want and value greatly my freedom and personal space.
BUT... I still think that you can be truly kind and not be a pushover. I believe in that possibility.
Well.
I miss that now because poetry in Spanish is just... so much more complicated. There are so many rules and types of rhyme, stanzas, syllable combinations, etc. I kinda regret signing up for AP Spanish now. It's a lot to know and keep in your head, and some of it is going to show up in the AP Exam in May. And that's not even half of half of it, I bet. :|
But anyway, I've been having another of my pensive moments... something my father said. He said that, in this life, to be kind, you kind have to be or are a pushover. Only pushovers are kind in this world.
While I'd like to immediately and strongly say "no" to this, I have gone through enough to know that there is at least some truth to this. It's sad, but... think about it. People who are kind, truly kind and forgiving at heart, are taken advantage of constantly. But it's okay with them because they just want everyone to be happy; they probably don't even know they're being taken advantage of. They just want to help. They just want to be there for people.
While not all truly kind people are pushovers, there are those who are; I was one of them, even. I cared so much to help and be there for people I'd considered my friends, and it hurt me that they only came to me, only saw me when it was convenient for them or when they needed something from me. That hurt. A lot. But I never said anything, I let it pass. I wanted them to be happy, even though I was miserable inside. I was, basically, a pushover.
Well, something inside me couldn't take it anymore and I saw that they weren't really true friends. If they were, they wouldn't ignore me or leave me out or only come to me when they need something from me. The cold part of my heart came into play and I changed. Maybe not for the best, but I'm able to be not so miserable anymore.
I still care, but, I'm not such a pushover anymore. I don't go seeking them anymore; I know when I'm not wanted. And it's fine. I'm here for them, should they ever need me, I've told them that at one point, but I'm not gonna go seeking them anymore. If they wanna say "hi" then I'll say "hi"; if they don't, they don't and I won't.
What I've also realized is that, to achieve my happiness in life, I'm gonna have to be a little selfish; I want and value greatly my freedom and personal space.
BUT... I still think that you can be truly kind and not be a pushover. I believe in that possibility.