Everlasting
I was cleaning out my computer files since they haven't been deleted in ages and came across some old "memorabilia." Then and there I realized I've been here for a year. I've had my same job for 10 months. I have let go of all the bad things that harmed me.
I have let go.
While looking at and reading through the "memorabilia," there was an absence of something. It seemed falsified and fabricated. I found myself to be a really whiny and irritating bitch. Everything seemed absent. For a moment I even tried to make a connection if there was something missing. There was. It doesn't matter.
"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."
And it's true, with one exception; we don't know who we are. We like to think that we know ourselves, but we don't. However, we accept the little personality traits we have. I know that I'm a reclusive person, and no matter how hard I try not to be, or how much people tell me that it's "abnormal;" it is only who I am, and I'm not going to sit and worry myself over something that ridiculous. I'm not going to sit and worry about someone who doesn't care. I'm not going to attempt to preserve something that has already rot. I'm not going to spend time trying to impress anyone. The story of my past years is summed up in one word; Thanks. That's all I've ever gotten from others. A plain and empty "thanks." From all the good things I've done, to the advice I've given, to the time I've spent: Thanks. Here's something to chew on, you aren't welcome.
Tomorrow is the 4th. I plan on sitting on my front lawn lighting firecrackers and throwing them around. I had lunch with Nancy and Lucy yesterday. A nice change in scenery. I'm sun burnt from that yard sale.
I have let go.
While looking at and reading through the "memorabilia," there was an absence of something. It seemed falsified and fabricated. I found myself to be a really whiny and irritating bitch. Everything seemed absent. For a moment I even tried to make a connection if there was something missing. There was. It doesn't matter.
"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."
And it's true, with one exception; we don't know who we are. We like to think that we know ourselves, but we don't. However, we accept the little personality traits we have. I know that I'm a reclusive person, and no matter how hard I try not to be, or how much people tell me that it's "abnormal;" it is only who I am, and I'm not going to sit and worry myself over something that ridiculous. I'm not going to sit and worry about someone who doesn't care. I'm not going to attempt to preserve something that has already rot. I'm not going to spend time trying to impress anyone. The story of my past years is summed up in one word; Thanks. That's all I've ever gotten from others. A plain and empty "thanks." From all the good things I've done, to the advice I've given, to the time I've spent: Thanks. Here's something to chew on, you aren't welcome.
Tomorrow is the 4th. I plan on sitting on my front lawn lighting firecrackers and throwing them around. I had lunch with Nancy and Lucy yesterday. A nice change in scenery. I'm sun burnt from that yard sale.