Saturday, September 25, 2010
What's that? Yes, I know it's late but I just had to tell you this. Sometimes things are just terrible, and there is no arguing a day where everything goes wrong, every red light awaits, every paper cuts, and not a single plan comes through. Good people are sick, bad people are not, and Karma seems to have taken the day off. Worries and loneliness plague the mind and sleep seems to be only a distant albeit fruitless memory. Yes? I know, but that is not the point, this is. Thank you for answering my call so late, and listening to me complain. Thank you for spending your time on me when you could be spending it somewhere else. Thank you for loving me on bad days. Thank you for constantly thinking the best in me and believing in me even at those times when I find it hard to do myself. But very most of all, thank you for giving me this one good thing, it means more than this one bad day.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
It seems that you are always searching, and while I applaud your enthusiasm for new and more and different and better, I think you are losing something in the process. I don't doubt the reality of more and new and better and different, but isn't there also some value in old and less and consistency and what you already have right in front of you? Do you miss the great things in front of you (and behind you) because you are too busy looking past them to what is next, to some incredible ideal? Is it so wrong to be satisfied? Is it really so dangerous to be happy with what you have? I just don't understand how you will ever be in a place to appreciate what you have if you are always waiting to see if something better comes along, worried you are missing out. How can anyone or anything ever be made to feel special under those circumstances? And how can anything survive without ever being made to feel remarkable?