Every emotion you feel is valid

As a cure for loneliness I started using a pen pal app a few months ago, it is called slowly. I was lucky enough to find genuinely kind people there. I’ve never personally met these people but to me I see them as true friends. One day I found myself just really breaking and sinking in depression and I felt as if I didn’t have the right to feel how I was feeling. Other people have bigger problems than the one I was going through, it really made me feel conflicted. Luckily, I was blessed to find a pen pal to say the above kind words to me. I really needed someone to say these things to me. We have not talked in weeks but I hope he is doing alright, I hope one day I can return the favor and give him the right words, the right kind of hope. Doesn’t really matter how far a person maybe in terms of distance, words can always find a way to give us comfort and help us heal. I hope these words reach the people who need it the most.

Apologies are a kind of strength

People at work always point out that I say sorry too often, they are coming off as punctuations. Making apologies is something I find as easy as throwing stones at a river, but not everybody can say the same. People often view apologies as owning up to regrets, swallowing your pride, and taking yourself down. Most find it heavy and hard because to them it says “I am wrong” and “I am at fault” . The thing however, is that sorries are not meant to weigh us down, it is meant lift us up. To me apologies are a kind of strength, it is a few short syllables to say “I can do better” and “There’s a lot more room for me to grow.”

Calling to the open mind

How many voices? How many voices need to be heard for the world to have an open mind? With so many scripts, novels, speeches and poetry defending the outcasts and standing up to discrimination, I thought the world would know better by now. I was surprised to learn it wasn’t enough, the world is still closed. How many voices really? How many more do we need?

I’d like to think that heaven is not a palace of fools, fools who think that you are only worth any salvation if you say the right prayers and hold on to the right holy book.

The choice of who I love and who I choose to marry, should never be bounded on their gender. Marriage is a union of hearts who know for certain they want to spend their better days ahead together, it is not a commitment of building a home and raising a family.

I don’t understand how people can stand firmly on grounds that are not even theirs. They are closed on ideas and thoughts dictated by others, without ever judging if it is truly right or wrong. Never realizing that what they do is injustice to the gift of reason.

Journal entries for the escapist soul

November 24, 2013

You do not trust your own  thoughts, that’s why they remain captive in your mind.

 

November 22, 2013

I often find the words that dance upon my heart could not escape my mouth. I’d rather write on paper what I could say out loud.

 

December 1, 2013

My thoughts are far better than the person I am.

 

December 7, 2013

I’ve always loved the thought of you and me, but do we really need to go against the world?

 

I find the world so elated with the thought of change. Sometimes I think they forget that some things in life are wonderful enough to stay.

 

December 8, 2013

If beauty is measured to how long things last, I know why the heavens and the stars constantly light my days.

 

December 10, 2013

One should not so boldly judge the world and complain about its faults, when one cannot even strive to change the error in their ways.

 

December 11, 2013

Even brilliance holds miscalculations.

 

December 13, 2013

When people point out your imperfections, just breathe and take time to look at yourself. You have the choice to be okay with this flaw or if it is one that simply has to go.

 

I’d rather be called stupid a thousand times, than fool myself into believing I am great when I am not.

 

December 14,2013

Even the strongest words, if said at the wrong time or by the wrong person will render no impact on any mind and any heart.

 

January 1, 2014

Kindness knows it has limits, but it also knows it can extend its limits at times that it is really needed.

Realities and Bizarre Nothings

Something blue:

The waves of the ocean when the day is good

Something sweet:

Holding hands amidst the busy streets

Something soft:

My heart when I see children

Something wicked:

Some girls and all that they can hide under a dress

Something hard:

Admitting you are wrong when you are used to being right

Something overwhelming:

The air I breathe, after sinking in sadness

Something lost:

The dreams I had as a child

Something found:

The person I want to be, despite the loss of my dreams

Something red:

The sky and the sun as it sets at the end of my horizon

Something borrowed:

The hearts and thoughts of the characters I watch and read

Something full:

My mouth when it finds the right words

Something empty:

Nothing. Somehow, right now, all things are filled.

Something new:

The thought that life is a never-ending series of photographs holding moments pained, dull and dear

Something beautiful:

The stars, the heavens and all that they can imply