I Do Not Have All the Answers.

For once, I do not have all the answers. I don't usually act this way. At least, I hope I do not. Lately it just seems as if I want to feel sorry for myself, and I hate that I'm feeling this way. People know me as a person who always has a smile on her face. I am the cheerful type; the one who puts a smile on other people's faces when they are down.
Trust me, I am not saying I am a superhero in any way, shape, or form. I just take pride in myself when I am able to brighten someones day. Right now however, I just feel as if I want to be the one taken care of for a change. Don't get me wrong, I have great friends as well as great family. It is just like I want someone to keep reassuring me that I am good enough or pretty enough or anything else that might make me more secure.
As depressed as I may sound to you, I am not. Sometimes when I get too happy though, I start to feel insecure. I wonder, does anyone else feel that way? Do other people know what it feels like to be so happy that you start to wonder what will be the storm cloud that disrupts your happiness? It may seem pessimistic, it may seem morbid, but what goes around does have to come around at some point.
I guess in this situation, me and anyone who might feel this way just needs to realize what goes around does come around, although it may sometimes be hard to see. So if it is bad now there is bound to be something good happen eventually. I suppose I just need to cherish all of the good moments I have, and know that when it seems bad it is bound to get better.

Forgiveness: The Only Thing We Have Left.

How is it that something can be good and bad for you at the same time? Maybe you can't understand it until you experience it. It is like being colorblind your whole life, and then waking up one day to realize that you can see colors.
It is true that some things in life are black and white, but then again, some things aren't. There is a world full of colors out there; you just have to open up your eyes wide enough to see them.
Maybe a person you thought you knew turns out differently than you expected. Maybe they have done something and you just don't know what to make of it.
However, in this world full of colors, shouldn't we all be given a second chance? Wouldn't you want to be? If nothing else, if we cannot do it for the sake of the other person, can't we at least do it for ourselves?
Sometimes forgiveness is the only thing we have left.

Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away...

Why even try? I just want to cry...I want to let it all go and listen to the rain. The rain is something tangible; it is something I can see, hear, touch, and taste. Right now rain seems pretty talented.

There is nothing I want more than to see, hear, touch, and taste. I want the concrete. I want something real, because I've been living in this world of fantasy for far too long. It's all getting hazy now...everything is disappearing.

That's why the rain seems so real right now. After it's stopped raining there are still puddles left behind, and it's like a memory is right there under your feet. And long after that rain evaporates I can still remember...remember how it looked, sounded, felt, and tasted...

Out With the Old, In With the New!

Hey folks! The question I want to ask all of you today is why wear your old, worn-out, pair of shoes when a brand new pair has been given to you for free, no price?

Sure the old ones may be comfortable, and may seem familiar, but don't you also feel that rock wedged in the bottom that you just can't manage to dig out no matter how hard you try? I'm going to be straightforward here. That rock is most likely going to be there no matter how hard you try to get it out.

Take the new, clean, amazing, shoes you've been given and be HAPPY about it! It's not worth it to feel that rock jar into your foot every time you take a step. And before long those new shoes will become as familiar and even more comfy than the old ones.