Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing" said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”
Friday, May 30, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Quote
I know I've been putting up a lot of quotes since this year began. The reason is, I've been reading a lot more and therefore I come across some of the wonderfully written sentences and paragraphs I've ever witnessed. Perhaps I'm more aware and appreciative of said words now than I have been in the past, I don't know.. But I do enjoy them, and some of them seem to stick in my mind for a very very long while.
“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way. Let our scars fall in love.”
- Galway Kinnell
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Three Double Zero
This is my Eighth Year of blogging. That's a bit crazy. And it's also my 300th post! Which is doubly crazy. Especially since, more than 300 days have passed in the last 8 years (ie - I haven't blogged every day of every year). Although I like the relationship I have with my writing and my frequency of posting.
In the early days of my blog - access was private. Only a select few had the (dis)pleasure of reading my rants on various things, and of course my inarticulate way of putting them across to this small audience. I'm not entirely sure when I opened the blog up to the world. But I think it made me feel a little less comfortable at first, and a lot more aware of what I was saying out there.
I've tried to be vague in most places, not divulging too much, but at the same time, pouring out my thoughts and my love for writing and all that it brings with it. It's only recently where I've noticed myself being more open and honest about what my story has been, currently is and what I hope it will turn in to. Now of course, even these thoughts and feelings are of the edited kind, but it makes me feel better knowing that they're out there as opposed to causing far too much excitement or havoc within me.
Writing has always been therapeutic for me. Whenever I have felt sad, lonely or completely lost - one of my greatest releases was to write down my thoughts - to get them organised and to understand where they came from. It's one of the few ways I got to know myself better. It took me many years to understand what my thoughts were about, what these thoughts led to and what they made me feel. It's so hard to grasp on to such concepts at a younger age, especially with all sorts of changes going on in and out of your mind. There were times, I won't lie, I felt I was completely lost and therefore going insane. And when I read back on various things I've written - whether on my blog, in random pieces of papers, etc. - I get a glimpse of what I was going through at the time, and how absurd some of my thoughts and feelings were. Some were even terrifying. And to be in that state of unhappiness and deep sadness is so tiring. You miss out on so much - yet you feel there's a force that won't let you see the bright side of things. It's a dark, dark place to be.
This blog is quite special to me - as it reflects a part of me that I would have otherwise liked to have forgotten. It stays there as a reminder of the various battles I faced, as well as some of the happy and positive times I had. And it reminds me that these things aren't meant to be forgotten, but also not overly remembered constantly (I don't want to be THAT person) - but they're meant to teach me how to become a better version of myself, and stay as grounded as possible and to have people in my life that help me in those ways.
I also think I represent myself better with words than I do with speech. I'm always more reserved and quiet in person than I am via messaging or emails, so forth. Although even with this, I've become more open when around company I enjoy being with. The initial anxiety of being around many people and striking up conversations has passed, and now it takes only a few minutes for me to adjust before I become Miss Chatterbox.
To end with - I love writing, I love sharing my thoughts and I've so far enjoyed sharing my stories with you. The stories that follow will be even better, I assure you.
Here's a song. A lovely lovely song!
In the early days of my blog - access was private. Only a select few had the (dis)pleasure of reading my rants on various things, and of course my inarticulate way of putting them across to this small audience. I'm not entirely sure when I opened the blog up to the world. But I think it made me feel a little less comfortable at first, and a lot more aware of what I was saying out there.
I've tried to be vague in most places, not divulging too much, but at the same time, pouring out my thoughts and my love for writing and all that it brings with it. It's only recently where I've noticed myself being more open and honest about what my story has been, currently is and what I hope it will turn in to. Now of course, even these thoughts and feelings are of the edited kind, but it makes me feel better knowing that they're out there as opposed to causing far too much excitement or havoc within me.
Writing has always been therapeutic for me. Whenever I have felt sad, lonely or completely lost - one of my greatest releases was to write down my thoughts - to get them organised and to understand where they came from. It's one of the few ways I got to know myself better. It took me many years to understand what my thoughts were about, what these thoughts led to and what they made me feel. It's so hard to grasp on to such concepts at a younger age, especially with all sorts of changes going on in and out of your mind. There were times, I won't lie, I felt I was completely lost and therefore going insane. And when I read back on various things I've written - whether on my blog, in random pieces of papers, etc. - I get a glimpse of what I was going through at the time, and how absurd some of my thoughts and feelings were. Some were even terrifying. And to be in that state of unhappiness and deep sadness is so tiring. You miss out on so much - yet you feel there's a force that won't let you see the bright side of things. It's a dark, dark place to be.
This blog is quite special to me - as it reflects a part of me that I would have otherwise liked to have forgotten. It stays there as a reminder of the various battles I faced, as well as some of the happy and positive times I had. And it reminds me that these things aren't meant to be forgotten, but also not overly remembered constantly (I don't want to be THAT person) - but they're meant to teach me how to become a better version of myself, and stay as grounded as possible and to have people in my life that help me in those ways.
I also think I represent myself better with words than I do with speech. I'm always more reserved and quiet in person than I am via messaging or emails, so forth. Although even with this, I've become more open when around company I enjoy being with. The initial anxiety of being around many people and striking up conversations has passed, and now it takes only a few minutes for me to adjust before I become Miss Chatterbox.
To end with - I love writing, I love sharing my thoughts and I've so far enjoyed sharing my stories with you. The stories that follow will be even better, I assure you.
Here's a song. A lovely lovely song!
Monday, May 05, 2014
Twenty Six
Four years away from Thirty. That's the first thing I thought after I got my first birthday call at midnight. As that faded quickly, I sat and had a few moments to myself where I thought over the last year (as I do, every year!).. Twenty five, was spectacularly crazy. It was the age where I figured so much out, but also the most hardest - especially when it came to coming to terms with various life lessons, loss, responsibilities and the idea of love.
I was talking to a friend last night, and we both agreed that since we graduated from university until 25 - life was just really complicated and really confusing. Hormones ran high, a career seemed to be the most important thing on my mind and trying to find "the one" was a chore. It was all wrong. But it was all the wrong I had to do in order to get to the Eureka! moment I had a few months ago.
I may not have everything figured out - there are still so many things I need to sort out and accept, but I felt that 25 was the peak of all cathartic emotions. Everything blew up and everything made sense all at the same time. Although I have to say that the start and middle of it was pretty rocky.
I'm not going to review my year. I've shared some of the thoughts already throughout the year. What I will say is that - weirdly enough, the big things I wanted to achieve when I was 25, I somehow managed to.
I think when it's the right time, things just have a way of working out and magically falling in to place. It's the time to just indulge in the forthcoming wonderful experiences and insane amounts of happiness. Because that, my fellow readers is what 26 will be all about (and Sky Diving. Yes, it's still on my list.. 4 years later).
A quote, to complete my thoughts:
I was talking to a friend last night, and we both agreed that since we graduated from university until 25 - life was just really complicated and really confusing. Hormones ran high, a career seemed to be the most important thing on my mind and trying to find "the one" was a chore. It was all wrong. But it was all the wrong I had to do in order to get to the Eureka! moment I had a few months ago.
I may not have everything figured out - there are still so many things I need to sort out and accept, but I felt that 25 was the peak of all cathartic emotions. Everything blew up and everything made sense all at the same time. Although I have to say that the start and middle of it was pretty rocky.
I'm not going to review my year. I've shared some of the thoughts already throughout the year. What I will say is that - weirdly enough, the big things I wanted to achieve when I was 25, I somehow managed to.
I think when it's the right time, things just have a way of working out and magically falling in to place. It's the time to just indulge in the forthcoming wonderful experiences and insane amounts of happiness. Because that, my fellow readers is what 26 will be all about (and Sky Diving. Yes, it's still on my list.. 4 years later).
A quote, to complete my thoughts:
“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” - Herman Melville (Moby Dick)
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