Recently, I have been noticing how many people I know (including myself), who are afraid to say or do what they really feel.
It's as if we are all terrified of making ourselves vulnerable, so we hide behind false illusions of security and contentment because we don't want to risk being denied, or not having our feelings reciprocated. But if we are all supposedly so "tough" then what are we really afraid of?
Let's be real, what's the worst that can happen if we don't land that dream job, or the person we love doesn't feel the same way for us? Would it leave a scar, force us to the emergency room for a handful of stitches or a big burly cast? Would facing the truth and ultimately being let down lead us off the edge, behind bars or strapped down in a mental institution?
Sometimes it's a blessing in disguise to be rejected or turned down, because it can be the only way you know it's not meant to be and that it's time to move on towards the person or thing that is. As much as it pains us, the truth slapping us across the face can be the perfect wake up call that we need in order to stop loitering around and start living our lives wholeheartedly. It may be just the right push to help us let go of all that was, and all that was never meant to be.
It is sooo easy to stay complacent in the unknown because we can't get hurt there, but if we always stay standing still, then how would we ever be able to get to the other side? In seeking the truth, what we discover may not always be exactly what we were hoping for, but nonetheless, it'll be the truth, and as some clever mind once said' The truth is what will set you free."
Free to move on, free to let go and free to let in.
So stop being a Sissy Lala and free yourself, the world awaits you... :)
Stay TRU <3
Strutting into a crowded room, she throws back her shoulders, lifts her chin and smiles widely through her eyes. She struggles to fill her lungs with as much air as they can hold, before slowly releasing it…one…two...she is bombarded by high status socialites.
One drink after another, the faces surrounding her become blurred into false representations of a good time.
If she leaves now, she can escape the immoral decisions that lay ahead, but not after one more drink.
She hits the floor before she is able to discover that the door has just been slammed shut behind her.
It’s cold outside and her fingertips stumble to button her coat.
Men beg to take her back to their place where they can try and comfort her through her disarray, but she is no longer in the mood to entertain.
She steals a light that ignites her nightly nicotine fix and winks back at the men who fall like snow behind her, disappearing into one another; reminding her that they’re all the same.
Head down and eyes mirroring the reflection of small puddles filling the streets below, she looks away trying to avoid facing herself.
Headphones drown out the sounds from the outside world as they take her to that place; her place…her sanctuary.
She is alone, but not lonely. For the sky is full of hopeful dreams, and tonight, she is determined her stars will fly.
Last week, after beating up and bruising my poor little ego to the bone, I decided I needed a cleanse.
I needed to drain out all of the excess stress and self-defeating talk out of my exhausted psyche and pour in a new bath of lukewarm courage and bubbled faith.
I realized that I can't continue to obsess over all that I can't control and I need to learn to have a little faith. Fate can be such a tricky concept to master because it requires trust and belief, definitely a difficult task for me to grasp.
In life, we go through our days controlling everything; what time we wake up, whether or not we eat a healthy breakfast or have no breakfast at all. We decide what to wear, where to park and how enthused we will walk into our work. We determine how hard we are going to work that day or if we are even going to work at all. We get to pick who we come home to at night, a lover, friend, family member, ourselves, or even a Boston Terrier, and then we get the luxury of deciding how much love we are going to give them once we get there.
Whether we accept it or believe it or not, we are in control of just about every aspect of our lives and especially the attitudes that we carry in them. So what happens when the unexpected occurs? A tragedy? A miracle? Does that mean we lose driving privileges in the front seat of our own lives, or does life's unexpectedness signify a brand new vehicle in which we must now learn to take control?
Things happen we do not expect and people hurt us in ways we can not predict, but when someone or something tells you that you no longer have control of your future, don't take a back seat to their prediction and instead, fight to take control of the life that is rightfully yours. Don't sit back idly and watch as the unpredictable, uninvited, and unworthy stomp their way into your territory. Take control of all that you can control and leave the rest up to that little friend we so often like to neglect, and have yourself a little Faith.