This blog is touched by something EXTRA.
This is where I write, put and reblog a lot of things that I find interesting, that inspire me, that are similar to my feelings and that brighten my day. :)
It’s funny. A day ago, I was saying I’m happy. I posted it here and was really proud about it. I thought I conquered this dilemma. A dilemma who’s best cure is probably, me having an amnesia. Let me have an amnesia. Pls.
So, I had the “talk” with my sister. I shared how brave I was to tell the “bird” to go after the “nest”. That I was not really affected. That in fact, I’ll be happier. Blah. I meant all of it at that moment. But after our conversation, there goes again the tingly pain in my chest - I hate. I know that it’s over (is it?).
I must let go and let God.
I’m not even noticing your absence until now. :D
Bird: Nest called me last night and she's been feeling alone, sad and depressed. The wind was strong and the rain was hard on the tree she was staying on.
Bird: I think she needs me. I've been very concerned about her ever since the time I left her for you. It's been unfair to her because she was badly hurt several times by me. I always go to her whenever you are under the ground, nourishing the soil, but when you are back, I've always left her on her own on that tree,
Worm: Go back to her.
Bird: But you're the one I love. You are my choice.
Worm: I'm not the one you love. I'm just the one you need. You live by eating a part of me so you may survive and then whenever I go under the soil to nourish it so I may grow the part of me that you have eaten, you go to her, to be with her.
Bird: But I know that I'm inlove.
Worm: Yes you are. You're inlove but not with me.
Based from a true story.
First time I have ever said to myself, “I’m too old for that already. It’s too late for me.”
This is a tragedy. Once you’ve said that to your self. YOU will be forever bound to be stagnant and normal. I can’t believe it. So this is the story, I accompanied my nephew to his Milo Swimming lesson today. And as I was watching the kids training and looking really dedicated to the sport, I suddenly felt interested to enroll myself to swimming. But then - BOOM!
I’ve said those two sentences. :(
Perhaps, I’m over reacting about all of this but I’m at this age where I’m feeling left out and still can’t manage to have something that I am best at. Or just a hobby that I can focus on and be good at and known for - like photography, painting, dancing, singing, swimming or even blogging or whatever. Anything.
But even blogging is NOT my thing. Disgustingly horrifying.
I don’t want to say it but nasjshehawjwdjnd I’m quiet at the sidelines already.
There, I’ve said it. Ok. Goodbye Miss Anna Kareninna. You are over.
Just a follow up.
Never mind. :)
Savor what you have. Be thankful.