Do you remember when you had hope for the future and so much love for today? I do. I remember the dreams you had about a land that didn't seem so far away. I remember when your eyes lit up every time someone mentioned your love.
We were too young to understand and even feel true love. At least that's what they told us. But you proved them wrong, and loved with undoubtable sincerity. You loved deeply, and beyond all reason. Even today no one knows why.
Your love was this life, and all that was in it. And life loved you back. The stars shone brighter when they were lit up for you. Because an audience of one is all they ever wanted. And an audience of one is what you guaranteed them.
You watched the stars intently each night with more attention than most kids did, and I didn't understand why. What was so interesting about the stars? The little dots were there the night you told me they were special. They were there the night after that and the one after that. Obviously you saw something I did not because to me they were always there and always, more or less, dots.
Wrong about love, maybe. But it seems to me that they were right when they said all good things must come to an end. Because I remember when your heart cracked. I remember seeing hope and love spill out; I remember seeing the stars disappear.
I remember when you found out that the pot of gold came from a rainbow, but that the process didn't begin there. But that the gold only came because of a storm that ripped the world to pieces.
I remember the days you cried without shedding a tear. I remember the distinct sound of your heart breaking while you sang and skipped with a smile on your face.
I remember looking into your eyes, and pretending that the white wall behind you is what I wanted to see. I remember your eyes, because they saved my life even though I never knew you.
I knew you could change, but I liked to believe you wouldnt. I knew love could change, but not that at any moment it could decide to up and leave. I knew life could change, but not that it could turn on you. I knew the stars existed, but not that their beauty relied on the eyes of the beholder.
I never knew any of this till you. Till love left you, and life hurt you, and the stars dimmed in response.
I remember this all, because you asked me too. I remember because such a person is unforgettable. I remember each event and its precise moment, because it was played out in front of me again and again in his and her life. I remember because I can see it all happening today.
And now I know that the stars beauty doesn't rely on whether you or I has enough strength to look up and appreciate them. I now know that they'll be there each night to remind me of who we were.
I know that each time I remember yesterday and the days we were too short for chairs, and later too big for theirs; each time my heart mimics the breaking of yours, I can do more than just notice. I can do more than pretend not to see and not to care. I can, in fact I need to, because the moment I saw the stars for stars everything changed. I could see the wonder created by a God I'd heard of and even sometimes limped after. I could see He meant it when He said we could be like eagles if we just asked, no limping required.
Now that I see the stars for stars, and am beginning to see God for God I must give love for Love. This love is broken and overdue but it's all I have to share with you. He first loved me, and so now I'll try show that I love you. And maybe the next time you see me you'll see the piece of Him that you showed me. You might see some bruises and scars; don't feel bad, dare to ask me why they're there. Maybe I'll answer you and finally let you know the power you have to change lives and the beauty of your own.
To read the first "Frozen Lakes" post click anywhere on this sentence. It was my first ever blog post and it explains what the deal is with this frozen lake thing.
Hello Red Ink Readers (name still pending)! This past week my family and I were at VBS (Vacation Bible School), and so much nostalgia was felt. Even 6 years over the age limit, I learned a lot and was reminded of many things that I had accidentally and purposely forgotten.
This church centred this year's VBS around superheroes, specifically training to be one. It lasted for 3 nights, each of which had its own "Hero Creed". Together they were like the three topic sentences in a basic essay (I apologise to all you who are on break. 😝.). The three hero creeds were 1) I will choose to live God's way, 2) I will trust in my God, and 3) I will live my God-given purpose.
The creeds were presented in relation to the stories of Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach, and Obendego in the Bible book of Daniel (conveniently named 😊). While these stories were being taught, I found out that Daniel was really really young (middle school age?). And while this was an inspiration of sorts, I couldn't (and still don't know how to) understand how Daniel managed to have his life figured out and "godly" so early and at all. But after a serious mental battle I realised that as I'm standing on my frozen lake looking at my goal in centre, there's no rush.
As long as I'm moving it's okay that it takes me time to pass the random obstacles that are managing to stay on top of the ice. As long as I'm intentionally trying to grow, intentionally training to be a superhero, I don't need to worry about the time. Eventually I will reach the centre of the lake and the obstacles will have kept me from rushing and falling through the ice.
There are those times when you're so high and happy that you feel like nothing can get to you. And a moment later you feel like you're falling farther and farther down a hole and you just can't stop.
For me, my fear of hitting the bottom of this hole is just as bad as the feeling of falling. I wonder if simply being happy is enough or if I have to "indulge" in this feeling to figure out what's really wrong.
Maybe somedays we'll never know what's going on, and that's okay. We'll sing redundant songs and spend too much time watching series. We'll go about sharing knowing smiles and making each other laugh. We'll appreciate the people around us and find peace in the moment. The fear will simply go away, and have no grip.
Hook: She told him stories. He taught her to fly. How?
Other days we'll have to take the time to stare our awful feelings in their [metaphorical] eyes and try and understand them.
“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.” - Marie Curie
Those are the days when we may hear these horrible mocking voices. The days when the hole feels deeper, and the Light seems farther away. During these types of days we’re going to have to learn to realise that the Light isn't so far away. To find the Light we don't necessarily need to know how we reached here in the first place. Sometimes it’s not a matter of retracing one’s steps to the beginning. Some days all we can do is find another way out. Because maybe our holes are not holes at all, but tunnels that can lead us to somewhere beautiful.
“We don’t have to go backwards in order to move forwards.” – Dr. Jeremiah Sacani (Ben Shenkman, Royal Pains)
Hi everybody! I came on here excited to share this post with...I still am...but I'm just now noticing that I haven't given you a single post since 2015! (*gasp*, how dare I?!) Anyway, I've been wanting to start a YouTube channel as an extension of this blog for some time now. Channels like Katie Gregoire's and Jon Jorgenson (The Anima Series)'s have encouraged me even more to do so. And so finally! redinktv has come into existence.
For my first video, I talked about how too often we wait for people to give us the go ahead, when instead we should be going ahead and being the unexpected impossible. The video is embedded below, and I hope you all enjoy it. Now as well as liking this post on Facebook, feel free to like the video on Youtube, and don't forget to share and comment!
<3 Have a great rest of the week!
Hi Red Ink Readers! As you can see, I'm still working on the fan/reader name. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated...so, feel free to comment below!!!
It's been 133 days since I've given you a paragraph-style post (yikes). You no longer need to wait with bated breath, because today I present to you a stanza-less post. This being said, I hope you've enjoyed reading my poems as much as I've enjoyed writing and sharing them with you.
<3 Have a great New Year's Eve.
I want you to sit. If you're like me, even when the world is silent there's a ringing. A literal ringing like little crickets. A figurative ringing consisting of all the questions and statements you've heard throughout the day.
The silence can enfold you if you let it. It can enfold you bringing a peace that no man can understand. As you sit in silence, notice the magnificence of the room around you--the work put into building it by the person outside. The one you forgot to notice earlier. As you sit in silence, notice the magnificence of the nature around you. The wind singing as it flows through the air. The song you forgot to notice earlier.
The silence can unnerve you, as it gives your thoughts the perfect space to resurface and flood your heart with feelings that none want to deal with. As you sit in silence, remember those old stories you heard. Hold on to the promising G, the foretelling R, and everything in between. Notice that though Christmas has passed the story is far from over, and nowhere near its beginning. The story began when He said, "Let there be" and peaked when He said, "It is finished." Notice that the feelings you feel that none want to deal with were voluntarily dealt with by One. The One your thoughts forgot to notice earlier.
As you sit in this silence possibly detached from it all, remind yourself not to forget. Before you decide to to step back into your noisy world, perhaps out of boredom or maybe to stop the flood, remind yourself that He stepped away for you.
From Genesis when He walked on this soon to be broken Earth with Adam and Eve to Gethsemane when lonely, He prayed for strength to push through, He was stepping away for you. Stepping towards you.
Notice. The One behind all the things we forget to notice. He did this for you and me. So, let Genesis and Gethsemane be the 2 'G's that accompany God in your pursuits. Notice it all, and try and choose how to approach this silence.
Hey guys! Here's a little poem for your weekend. I hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to go like Red Ink on Facebook!
Hi everybody! So today (Sunday, August 16, 2015) was Communion Sunday at my church, and this is what was on my heart. I hope it's encouragement to you. As always, don't forget to share on Facebook and tell me what you think in the comments below.
Believe that I say I am who I am; I can do what I say I can. I believe in you.
<3 Have a great week!
"8 But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners." - Romans 5:8 (NLT)
" This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!" - 2 Corinthians 5:17 (NLT)
" God replied to Moses, 'I AM WHO I AM. Say this to the people of Israel: I AM has sent me to you.'" - Exodus 3:14 (NLT)
"13 I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit." - Romans 15:13 (NLT)
Everything just seems so complicated. There are so, so many possibilities and paths to choose from right now. And I'm told that it doesn't it doesn't get any easier as I age.
Age. Yikes. I'm 16. That's young. I think. So why am I contemplating the intricacies of my personality and dissecting every decision I make?
What if *insert terrifying and annoying outcome here*? But what if doing what I want is okay?
I'm not at all suggesting I send sternly-worded texts (texting...oh the days) to everyone who insists that Camp Rock isn't in a top 10 DCOM (even though IT IS).
I mean, what if wanting to stay home to eat cookies and binge-read Peony blogs is okay?
Most of us don't own never-empty jars like the widow at Zarephath (1 Kings 17; helped Elijah) or the poor widow (2 Kings 4; helped by Elisha). And our hearts are the same way. We can only give so much of ourselves before we burn-out.
So instead of waiting for that day when getting out of bed is not only a struggle with our minds, but with our hearts, let's take a break.
Yes, the world needs incredibly social and caring people like you, but you don't need to sacrifice your sanity and health for it. And plus, you'll be more helpful after an episode (...or five...) of Psych or Gilmore Girls or whatever your preferred poison happens to be. Even if it's just for a little while (and always temporarily), try and be a little more selfish; at the end of the day, this is more helpful.
Just be sure not to pick a break-activity that is actually poisonous to any part of your health. Counter productivity - :/.
Something great is coming; just you wait. You'll know when you see it, when you feel it.
Keep moving. Keep pushing. It seems like the desert now, and it may very well be. But just as the past is not today, the future isn't either. You never know, tomorrow could be the day when life breaks through this solid ground.
Sing this verse of hope "just one more time".
I hope you enjoy these songs as much as I do! Don't forget to comment and share!
Every day life restarts and hands you a whole set of new challenges, while still managing to keep hold of yesterday. Every day you have to write a new page; a page that has the prospect of perfection. Sadly, reality says that this page is inevitably doomed to be miswritten.
A little typo here, a contradiction there. A complete misuse of vocabulary or a premature ending. You tell yourself these "mistakes" are okay - that they add depth even. They pile up to create a chapter loaded with low-points.
But when you turn the page, you can't let go. Writing a perfect chapter is hard enough and now you have the added distraction of rewriting the last chapter which is far from unwritten. Each of the pages and chapters add a whole new weight. And now enter in They.
They believe you can finish this volume of your story. They believe you can be an award-winner. They believe in who you are, because They can remember your well written chapters. They choose to.
Of course They insist on telling you this. You ignore them, because They "just don't get it". How could They? You don't try and make They understand. But the truth is, you don't have to.
You "just don't get it". You see mistakes or A MISTAKE. They see a building block. They see a person "fearfully and wonderfully made" in God's image. One who is capable of incredible things. One who inspires thousands. One who saves a life and gives hope from behind a register. They see one seriously amazing person. And They hope that one day you'll recognise that you just happen to be that person. They hope that one day you'll get it.
Early this year I reapplied to my former school, and was accepted (YAY!).
Back-story: I attended the same school for 8 consecutive years (grades 1-8). After middle school, I decided I wanted to homeschool for the first two years of high school. It is now the summer of the second year.
Simply looking at my re-acceptance, it seems that everything is going to plan. But it really isn't. I invested A LOT into my academics for the first 7 years of grade school. After that, things started rolling downhill. Slowly at first, but more recently it's as if I'm being chased by a giant cartoon snowball-avalanche.
And now, I'm starting to understand why these characters never just step to the side, thus avoiding the snowball completely. When said snowball is chasing you, avoiding it doesn't feel like an option.
Okay, back to the actual story...post...thing. Starting 8th grade my grades started slipping in certain classes, it wasn't enough to cause much of an alarm for anyone, but it wasn't great news for me. I had just finished the best (academic and otherwise) school year [up to that point]. Second semester, I decided to get it together, and my grades improved. During 9th grade, I fell back into that wonderful trap of complacency.
I learned a lot about myself, life, and whatnot [as many would expect] because I was at home. But, I didn't learn much about concentric circles or germ-line mutations.
I told many people that I started homeschooling, because I wanted a break. This made sense, considering how long I had been at said school; but, I took that excuse too far. This left me with a mountain of work to do my second year, when I realised what had happened.
I wasn't kidding when I said I invested an enormous amount of time and energy into my academics. For the longest time, I was so excited for high school and university. Starting 5th grade, I decided I was going to take all the APs I could. At some point I also decided that I was going to have a 4.0 (or higher) GPA by the end of highschool (a 93% or higher in all my classes). I spent all of elementary school in love with AR tests, because reading made me smarter.
*AR (Accelerated Reader) is a program that tests you on books that you’ve read.
My obsession with my grades and future wasn't the healthiest of obsessions (If there is such thing as a healthy one...), but it did keep my parent/teacher conferences fairly short.
Fast-forwarding to the past two years. My past focus which I just described plus the actions of freshman-me combined to create a wound up sophomore-me. Not only did I have to deal with the work I was given that year, but also all the work I didn't do the previous year.
On one hand, it's just high school, it'll pass. On the other, my former life's plan depends on how I spend the next two years.
So, no, things are not going according to my plan. Homeschooling was not at all what I expected. It was everything I needed and everything I didn't want all wrapped in one experience.
As I spend my last one month and twelve days of freedom, I'm trying. I’m trying not to freak out. I'm trying to enjoy right now with all its unplanned challenges. Trying to enjoy writing persuasive essays and making flashcards detailing the key differences between mitosis and meiosis. I'm trying to make lemonade, and that is all I can do for now.
I never thought I'd be where I am, but I'm okay with it. Some days I'm a lot more okay with it than others. And it took many not-okay days to reach this point.
Things don't always follow our ultra-specific plans. I think that this lesson is FINALLY sinking in, 16 years later. All we can do is work with what we have. We won't always have the perfect conditions. In this season, I'm learning that this will be the case more often than not. Knowing this, doesn't make it significantly easier. There is only so much anticipating and bracing we can do in our lives. Eventually, we just have to deal with whatever and do our best.
My situation is a direct result of the decisions I made in the past, so things aren't going to magically revert to perfection. All I can ask is "God, make it count". This is a prayer I learned from this lovely blog post over here.
I post all of this to say that during uncertain seasons all we can do is "just keep swimming" and just keep trusting. We keep trusting that God meant it all those times when He said He has our backs. We keep trusting that this season is just a season and the He can make it COUNT.
The following are verses and songs that I've had to keep in mind as of late. What verses/songs help you get through hard times?
" 9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” - Joshua 1:9 (NIV)
"11 No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening—it’s painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way. 12 So take a new grip with your tired hands and strengthen your weak knees. 13 Mark out a straight path for your feet so that those who are weak and lame will not fall but become strong." - Hebrews 12:11-13 (NLT)
Disclaimer: I realise that there is Mother's, Father's, Children’s, and Best Friend’s Day as well as a bucket load of other love-base holidays. Valentine’s just happens to be my favourite. Plus! it’s like the pre-holiday to each of these. I also realise that many of my rules have their annoying exceptions, but let's not worry about those!
Even though it’s not enough of a holiday to warrant a day off, Valentine’s Day is by far my favourite holiday. Here are my top 5 reasons why.
(1) Red and pink! The simplest reason that I love Valentine’s Day, is the colour scheme. I just love red and pink so much!
(2) You get to be nice! It seems to me, that February 14th is one of the few days when people can be honest and NICE without others [feeling the need to] wonder and worry about secret agendas etc. I really miss those adorable cards we'd give out to EVERY person in the class...ahhhh!
(3) The smiles on people’s faces! Next time you compliment someone or give them an unexpected gift, watch their response. If it’s not totally awkward and creepy, their responses can be amazing. I wish I could bottle people’s happy responses up for a rainy day (in a completely non-serial killer way). (Slight side note: Compliments are like little tiny gifts packaged as sentences!)
(4) A whole day full of hearts, chocolate, and pink all in one day?! I find this reason to be fairly self-explanatory.
(5) I just love love (love in the purest sense of the word). I don’t think that Valentine’s brings out love in its purest form, but love can be expressed in its purest form with no problem.
I wish every day could be Valentine’s Day. I get sick of all the Facebook posts that are soliloquies about the compounded love between two people. I get sick of the shared Instagram photos of the “perfect” Valentine’s Day. And the gazillion “Why Being Single During Valentine’s is a Good Thing!” posts.
I wish every day could be Valentine’s Day, because then you wouldn’t have to wait to say a sincere thank you.
Thank you to your mum, dad, or sibling. Thank you to your friend or teacher. Thank you to that random person who made your day that ONE time.
You’d get to say thank you, without receiveing weird looks.
So, next week, when the buzz of telling your dad you love him wears off, tell him you love him anyway. And while you’re at it, even though “her day” was 2 months ago, tell your mum thank you!
Do me a favour and help me make every day Valentine’s Day? Tell a sincere thank you at least once a week. A thank you with some meaning behind it.
What’s your favourite holiday and why?
"Ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten." - Lilo and Stitch
I don't want to forget who I was. I hear songs or smell a scent and certain memories and feelings resurface. Sometimes they're of overwhelmingly happy times, but more generally they remind me of the person I was before.
Some days I romanticise the past, but more often I do the opposite. I make out whatever time period I'm thinking about to be the worst of my life, which is usually wrong. (*I say ‘usually’, because logically in a timeline of events there is going to be a lower point somewhere. So, with all my reminiscing, I’m bound to be right eventually.)
When I am in this place, I feel like willing myself into forgetting the past, but in the long run I don't want to forget.
I am who I am because I messed up and embarrassed myself. I am who I am because I let myself be who I was in that moment, and because other times I refused to be her.
I like to think that I’m doing the best with the life I have in front of me with what I know. And though I may not agree with past me, I like to think that I did the same before.
I may have not have made every day a magical place full of learning and happiness, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters to me, in this moment, is that all of my choices lead me here. Here to this blog, here to this post. And I get to choose where this blog and this post lead me to tomorrow, in a week, and in ten years.
I really don't want to forget who I was, because [maybe, just maybe] understanding and accepting her will help me do the same with the me I am today.
Three-hundred two words later, and I think that I’ve said all I need to for now.
So here's to moving forward while still giving props to our past selves. Here's to forgiving ourselves, but not forgetting; we wouldn't [necessarily] be here without our pasts. Here's to not ruining the Space-Time Continuum.
Pre-writing worries: Last night, I was feeling super inspired to write this super amazing post and go a little crazy and post my first ever video. But as I sit here today, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm so psyched about this invisible post, but severely lacking in the inspiration department. I was very close to not posting at all today, but got a push in the right direction from this lovely post right here.
Disclaimer: I apologise in advance for my excessive use of parentheses as well as my copious number of references to middle school.
When I look back, which I hate doing (but do often anyway), I see a very confused version of myself. I see a girl obsessed with the future, but terrified of changing. I see a girl so caught up in appearing to be smart and focused, that she forgets that report cards aren't end of the world (...unless a parent gets so upset because of their child's report card that they drop atomic bombs all over the world thus leading to the Apocalypse...). And in this moment, I realise, that to some degree, these things are still true about me.
Yet another thing that has not changed about me, is my love for thinking. I love to just sit and think. But my thoughts tend to get in my way...a lot. They lead to me having to reread my school text over and over, missing a lot of what people say, and freaking myself out.
I could have easily driven myself crazy (and I do mean that literally) many times in middle school, because of the combination of all these traits. But I didn't end up in a mental institution, because someones (I'm aware that that's not a word.) always had my back.
My past was and friendships were not all "sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows", but I am very lucky. From the beginning of middle school (a time I've tried many times to block out) I was given the most amazing group of friends. I always had AT LEAST one person to challenge me, watch Disney movies with, and give me a slap back into reality. Some of these people I noticed right away, but it took me awhile to realise most of them.
I'm so grateful that all these people were able to look past my incessant talking and forever slowness and were present. My life would have turned out a whole lot different without them--and I happen to love my life quite a bit, thank you very much.
I am writing this post as a "thank you" to all of those who have had my back over the years, but also to encourage all of you who have read (or skimmed) this far to just stop. Stop looking backward and even forward and just look at what's here. Stop and do more than just see people - notice them. Notice the little things that they do for you. Notice that they take the extra time to explain something to you, that they notice you. Notice when people realise that you're more than just a human, but a person. A person with opinions, feelings, and random knowledge floating around in your head.
I've made the mistake many times of not noticing. Some days I just wouldn't notice. But on bad days I would days I would notice and move on with my life or choose not to notice to escape guilt or obligation. But people should never be treated as obligations.
I find it very easy to live in my own little bubble, where the world is exactly as I want to be, but there's so much more out there than my hopes, my dreams, my likes, and my dislikes. There are your hopes, your dreams, your likes, and your dislikes.
I've missed out on many months and years of friendship, because I love my little bubble. Because I made the conscious choice to do nothing. And I'm sad that I have; but, there's nothing that I can do about lost time except, do my best to not make that mistake again.
Everybody deserves to have this song memorised!
Just a heads up. I'm having trouble with the timestamps on each of my posts. The days as well as the years are incorrect. So, pay no mind to them!
<3 Have a great day!
I am a lover of basically all things cheesy and cliché. I love reading cheesy quotes, statuses, and pickup lines. I love listening to cheesy songs and watching cheesy movies. From HSM and Camp Rock to t-shirts that say, "Be-YOU-tiful" and peace-sign bracelets, I'm in love.
I can't explain my obsession with such things; I just think there's something so beautiful about them. (This is the point where you just nod your head and leave me to indulge in my crazy.) And so today, here's some cheese and inspiration for your life.
*Unless the source is stated, the author is unknown to me.
*These are in no particular order.
(1) "Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain."
So even though the world wants Cheerios, dare to be a Fruit Loop. Dare to be the unexpected, the unexpected expected. Do you. Believe in beautiful you. Shine in the darkest of moments, and hold back when they're expecting an explosion. But most of all remember, "it's okay to be a glowstick; sometimes we need to break before we shine."
<3 Happy summer!
What are your favourite cheesy lines? Comment below!
Hi everyone! So it looks like God had other plans. Enjoy, and don't forget to tell me what you think in the comments!
On Sunday, the 17th of May, I had an epiphany. He loves me unconditionally. In the few years I've been alive, I've heard many many sermons on God's love. And it's hard for me to remember not having John 3:16 memorised. But still, it was a grand realisation.
"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." - John 3:16 (KJV)
No matter how hard people may try, God is the only one who will ever be able to see past my beautifully crafted masks. He's the only one who sees all the pain, shame, insecurity, and pride. The only one who sees every single one of my downfalls (and achievements). And yet He loves me.
I will never be able to understand why, but that doesn't make it any less true. Neither will replaying the past. Nothing will.
"37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." - Romans 8:37-39 (NIV)
He loves me unconditionally. He won't justify my sins, but He'll be there to forgive and comfort me when I go to Him.
"13 For you have been called to live in freedom, my brothers and sisters. But don’t use your freedom to satisfy your sinful nature. Instead, use your freedom to serve one another in love." - Galatians 5:13 (NLT)
He loves me unconditionally. HE loves ME unconditionally. GOD, who is perfect and omniscient (and all sorts of other 'omnis'), loves, confused 1 out more than 7 billion, ME. It's amazing.
<3 Have a great weekend!
Hi everybody! So, I'm going to be taking a break from writing my "Masquerade Ball" series, but a lot of my posts can be linked to the concept of masks. I hope you enjoy the posts that are to come.
So this week has been amazing for me - productive, enjoyable, AND restful. But there has been ONE thing that has been ruining this perfect week for me - series. I sit there seeing multiple aspects of each problem and I love it. I love being semi-omniscient about what's going on, but it comes at a price; I have to endure watching the protagonistic (not a word...) characters make obvious mistakes. I have to watch them pass up growth opportunities - opportunities to catch villains, fall in love, and become who they want/need to be-for three main reasons. (1) They're scared, (2) prideful, (3) or resistant to change.
While viewing their entire world from the outside it's so easy for me to get annoyed.
Buuut, "everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves." - Carl Gustav Jung.
I don't remember when, but I read somewhere or someone told me [something along the lines of], "we often dislike qualities of others, because we see them in ourselves." (If you know the source, tell me in the comments!)
As I've been sending strongly worded telepathic signals to these fictional characters, I've had that quote stuck in my head.
They made me wonder; how many opportunities [big or small] have I passed up because I'm scared, prideful, and/or a resistor of change? How many am I willing to give up before I decide that these are terrible reasons?
I've decided to adopt a new quote into my life motto collection; now, I just need to memorise it. I found this quote through my discovery of Pinterest's awesomeness. I hope to have an original graphic up for it in the near future.
"Do the crazy thing, the hard-to-imagine-but-somehow-you-did thing, the brings-you-to-your-knees thing, the no-one-would-ever-do-it-that-way-thing, the safety-net-would-not-even-matter thing, the it-could-kill-you-but-not-trying-is-another-kind-of-death thing, the thing on your heart. Do it and let them gasp right before they call it a thing of wonder." - Ciona Rouse
<3 Have a great upcoming week!
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I wonder what makes us so different from each other. The way we look, the things we say? Maybe it's simply the masks we choose to wear and the things we choose to let people hear and see.
We all wear masks, but it's the one we choose to wear that makes a difference.” - Kim Yannayon
If this is the case, then our masks can seriously hinder us from completely enjoying the people and experiences around us. We are all crazily complex people, and we shouldn't let our surroundings stop us from appreciating that.
"It comes down to this: If you want to be seen, heard and understood in the most genuine way possible, be open to the possibility of vulnerability. Allow yourself to be open. I know it’s a scary place, a place very few people dare to venture, but just try it. Try moving the masks away and really looking at a person the next time they engaged in conversation with you.”
Each day we have to choose what to do with our masks. There are so many opportunities out there that we miss because of them. We think we're protecting ourselves, embracing who we are today, but it can very easily be the opposite. Without even realising it, we keep ourselves from experiences that will help us grow stronger and become who we want to be. All because we're all too comfortable in our masks or just scared to take them off.
I personally love wearing masks. It's so easy for me to romanticise them and believe that this is all there is - that removing them is of no benefit. But I also don't want my dislike of change to stop me from shedding [now] uncomfortable masks, and those that just are plain unhelpful.
I hope to make sure that no matter the day, they're not a hindrance. I don't want my life to be full of could be's and should be's, because I can't imagine a life with a specific mask.
On the other side of the spectrum I don't want get rid of masks before I'm supposed to...but that's another post.
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