Whisperings from the less-than-silent palms
Why does it always take tragedy, terror, fear, to pull people out of their shells, appreciate just how much has been given to them?
I just really don't appreciate enough about my life, about the people in it. There are a lot of people that care about me, that I care about, and I let a couple people that perhaps try to hurt me, but perhaps are just human and make mistakes like everyone else, get to me too often. But it's not about those small things. It's about the small things. The small things that are really everything we have. I forget too easily.
Why is it any wonder when I find myself feeling lost, hurt, rejected? It's my own doing. People are awesome. I only ever doubt because I doubt myself. If I could only keep my eyes, my heart open, I would see just how amazingly lucky I am. And I take that for granted way too often. But, no matter how lucky a person is, happiness requires the willingness to accept happiness.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken. -- Proverbs 15:13
And this might be my last post on here, for a while at least (although I will still read folks' journals/occasionally comment, in vague stalker-like fashion :P). I think I need to actively talk to people [/email/phone/IM/whatever], instead of just vaguely casting things out into the blue and assuming that should be good enough. It's not fair to anyone that I just assume I'm loved or unloved pending moods/circumstances and not showing anyone that I love them.
I keep fighting the urge to turn this into an entry making some vague generalized lesson for people as a whole for something. This is my life, my set of mistakes to recover from, choices to make. If someone else might live better from learning from a mistake of mine, so be it, but I'm just as human as anyone else.
Love,
Me
I just really don't appreciate enough about my life, about the people in it. There are a lot of people that care about me, that I care about, and I let a couple people that perhaps try to hurt me, but perhaps are just human and make mistakes like everyone else, get to me too often. But it's not about those small things. It's about the small things. The small things that are really everything we have. I forget too easily.
Why is it any wonder when I find myself feeling lost, hurt, rejected? It's my own doing. People are awesome. I only ever doubt because I doubt myself. If I could only keep my eyes, my heart open, I would see just how amazingly lucky I am. And I take that for granted way too often. But, no matter how lucky a person is, happiness requires the willingness to accept happiness.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken. -- Proverbs 15:13
And this might be my last post on here, for a while at least (although I will still read folks' journals/occasionally comment, in vague stalker-like fashion :P). I think I need to actively talk to people [/email/phone/IM/whatever], instead of just vaguely casting things out into the blue and assuming that should be good enough. It's not fair to anyone that I just assume I'm loved or unloved pending moods/circumstances and not showing anyone that I love them.
I keep fighting the urge to turn this into an entry making some vague generalized lesson for people as a whole for something. This is my life, my set of mistakes to recover from, choices to make. If someone else might live better from learning from a mistake of mine, so be it, but I'm just as human as anyone else.
Love,
Me