i love old navy.
this is all for melissa. and even if it is a cop out, copied and slightly modified from my other journal (ps melis go add it!)... IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.
Empathy (or maybe sympathy, what IS the difference, anyway?) and patience. I have none of either right now, not for anyone or anything. I'm sure this will and/or has already offend many and I would apoligize, but I really am not remorseful, not in the least.
Change of heart.
Promises get broken, dreams get shattered and carefully built up friendships fall apart. People get let down when they least expect it, and you wake up one morning to find everything you thought and everything you believed and everything you were living for was wrong. Nothing is, or was, what it seemed. The simplest, smallest crack in the foundation grew and grew, and you didn't realize it until the entire thing was flooded to the roof with doubt and paranoia and miscommunication. And even when the water clears, everything has been tainted by the flood, and nothing is what it was. Or what you thought it was.
It's an inevitable part of human interaction, I think. The ups and downs make us grow, and mistakes are essential in learning lifes lessons. It hurts, at times, but life will go on. Tomorrow will come whether you want it to or not. You're stronger than you realize, and only in retrospect, when you consciously list everything you've been handed and subsequently conquored, can you truly see how powerful and strong of a person you are. At your weakest point, you may feel like nothing. And that point may grow lower and lower, until you're convinced you couldn't possibly get any further down. And then something breaks and a light shines down into your hole and you pass it, You move on, and you've once again proven how resiliant you are.
No one knows what tomorrow will bring. Absolutely no one. It could be good, or it could be back. But you'll get through it. It might not seem like it at the time, but you always get through it. Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start, and a chance to start over. Everyday is a new oppurtunity, and wasted days are wasted chances at changing your life and yourself for the better. Your life could be half over before you realize, waking up one morning to find yourself miserably wasting away.
I don't know where these sudden random bursts of insightfulness came from, maybe I should watch Joan of Arcadia more often. Regardless, I'm thankful for what I have, even if it's not much. Something is better than nothing. I think I'm coming to terms with the fact I cannot control everything, and I'm ready to let things take their course. I am much stronger than I thought, and I've proven it to myself time after time this week. The fact I am sitting here now is proof enough that I can handle things much better than I ever thought.
I'm going to be okay. It won't be easy, dealing with me never is.. but I will get through it. I won't name names, but there are two of you who may or may not read this, and both mean the world to me - shouldn't be hard to guess who. You both are much stronger than you think, too, and you'll be okay as long as you put a little faith in yourself. I promise.
Gotta find your inner strength
If you can't then just throw life away
Gotta learn to rely on you
Beauty, strength, and wisdom, too
You're beautiful inside and out
Lead a great life without a doubt
Don't need a man to make things fair
'Cuz more than likely he won't be there
Listen girl, gotta know it's true
In the end all you've got is you
Empathy (or maybe sympathy, what IS the difference, anyway?) and patience. I have none of either right now, not for anyone or anything. I'm sure this will and/or has already offend many and I would apoligize, but I really am not remorseful, not in the least.
Change of heart.
Promises get broken, dreams get shattered and carefully built up friendships fall apart. People get let down when they least expect it, and you wake up one morning to find everything you thought and everything you believed and everything you were living for was wrong. Nothing is, or was, what it seemed. The simplest, smallest crack in the foundation grew and grew, and you didn't realize it until the entire thing was flooded to the roof with doubt and paranoia and miscommunication. And even when the water clears, everything has been tainted by the flood, and nothing is what it was. Or what you thought it was.
It's an inevitable part of human interaction, I think. The ups and downs make us grow, and mistakes are essential in learning lifes lessons. It hurts, at times, but life will go on. Tomorrow will come whether you want it to or not. You're stronger than you realize, and only in retrospect, when you consciously list everything you've been handed and subsequently conquored, can you truly see how powerful and strong of a person you are. At your weakest point, you may feel like nothing. And that point may grow lower and lower, until you're convinced you couldn't possibly get any further down. And then something breaks and a light shines down into your hole and you pass it, You move on, and you've once again proven how resiliant you are.
No one knows what tomorrow will bring. Absolutely no one. It could be good, or it could be back. But you'll get through it. It might not seem like it at the time, but you always get through it. Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start, and a chance to start over. Everyday is a new oppurtunity, and wasted days are wasted chances at changing your life and yourself for the better. Your life could be half over before you realize, waking up one morning to find yourself miserably wasting away.
I don't know where these sudden random bursts of insightfulness came from, maybe I should watch Joan of Arcadia more often. Regardless, I'm thankful for what I have, even if it's not much. Something is better than nothing. I think I'm coming to terms with the fact I cannot control everything, and I'm ready to let things take their course. I am much stronger than I thought, and I've proven it to myself time after time this week. The fact I am sitting here now is proof enough that I can handle things much better than I ever thought.
I'm going to be okay. It won't be easy, dealing with me never is.. but I will get through it. I won't name names, but there are two of you who may or may not read this, and both mean the world to me - shouldn't be hard to guess who. You both are much stronger than you think, too, and you'll be okay as long as you put a little faith in yourself. I promise.
Gotta find your inner strength
If you can't then just throw life away
Gotta learn to rely on you
Beauty, strength, and wisdom, too
You're beautiful inside and out
Lead a great life without a doubt
Don't need a man to make things fair
'Cuz more than likely he won't be there
Listen girl, gotta know it's true
In the end all you've got is you