The Magic of Simply Existing

Sometimes I like to let my body go still and allow myself feel the boundary of my skin. From my core to the furthest edge of my fingertips I occupy a body, connected mind and flesh by millions of electrical impulses firing away. Amongst those impulses exists every moment of my life.  Every word I have ever read or written, every dream that ever flooded my sleepy mind, every lyric and the music to every song that has ever graced my ears is contained somewhere in the intricate web that is my brain.
When I think about this, it puts so much into perspective. Being a thinking, breathing thing with the gift and curse of the human condition is as beautiful as it is tragic. We are a compliation of experiences, electrified– walking, talking, seeing, remebering the good things and learning from the bad everyday.  We get to call that life. When I remeber how incredible that is, I can shrink the self induced stresses that make life more difficult than it needs to be; I can focus on not just being happy, but being awe inspired.

She Hardly Knows Me But She Hates Me, God Does She Hate Me

Some people never learn.  They never let themselves move on from what hurt them.  I don’t think it’s masochism–no;  I don’t think it’s so simple as that.

The girl doesn’t know how to love herself.

She clings to the delusions of the past, things that hurt, not because she wants them.  She knows it could never be the same as the thought they once were, but she refuses to let go.  She returns for pain because she thinks she deserves it.  She does things, and says things, to hurt what she once held dear in her heart because she thinks she deserves the pain she gives.  But it’s not her fault.  I wish I could tell her it’s just not her fault.  There’s nothing I could say though.  It’s a boundary I can’t cross because of who I am to her; in her eyes I am a wrecker–a shatterer of beautiful delusions and the catalyst of her downfall.  Only anonymity could hide that, but faceless influence only goes so far.

I see myself in her struggle often times.  The anger, the hopelessness, the half-hearted love interests I knew would crash to the ground.  The difference is that I learned what it meant not just to feel alone, but to truly be alone–what it meant to be self-reliant for food, money, transportation, entertainment, even company.  It was in the abyss that I was able to understand that some things must be.  That they hurt, but they shaped me into something better than before.  That things which ended were meant to end, and that it’s okay.  It’s all okay.  I was hungry, but that was okay–I could drink tea and my belly would feel warm and full.  I was lonely, but that was okay–I could read stories and quench my thirst for conversations with ones that had been written by a masterful mind.  I did not have somebody to love, but that was okay–I learned to love myself, and I knew someone to love would follow.  And it did.

I just had to let go of the past and the pain, and embrace myself and my surroundings.

But I can’t tell her that because she hates me.  God does she hate me.

Thinker’s Lullaby

One day I left my mind ajar

And let it wander very far

To seek the answers which it lacked;

Now it might never wander back.

-a.g.

Actively Becoming Yourself

Every day we forge our own existence, purpose, and identity. Many people are under the impression that purpose is placed upon them, or revealed to them perhaps in some celestial vision… But this is not the case. Epiphanies do not come to sedentary minds that wait for direction. Open your eyes and mind to the world around you and let it inspire you. Ponder thoroughly. Ask yourself questions nobody has the answer to and answer them.

Every action you take, big and small, makes another stitch in your own personal tapestry. So the question is not “who will I be?” but rather “who will I make myself?”

The universe is not responsible for your failures, nor your successes. You are. You are responsible for your actions and your reactions. This is a fact you can either be ashamed of or proud of. It depends on what you choose to do.

Lastly, remember that failure is not making mistakes; those are inevitable. Failure is not learning from the mistakes you make.