When did this need to say something so profound come to be? When did the details in our words start to matter? I no longer use words to communicate, because it is a far cry from all the things they could do. Words can heal as much as they can break. Words can fill our inside with warm and fuzzy feelings or just render us from all that is good. Words, I have come to see, are powerful entities. As each weapon is to its owner, each word is to its writer. If a writer is all but cluttering words upon words just to say the same thing over and over then there is no weapon he wields. He just pretends to have touched the wind, when in all truth there was nothing there. I guess that is the whole point of saying something so profound, it is about finding just the right word, for the right moment, for some exact emotion.
I will be honest with you. I wish life had a pause button. Over the past year and a half-life has been going on and on driving my poor soul out of me. One thing happens and without a break, another tragedy ensues. I have used the word exhausted 160 times just this week. All of those that are around me keep saying “for a girl that sleeps 18 hours a day, you sure do use that word a lot”. But here is the thing, sometimes when life goes on without a pause your heart kind of gives up. It circulates less blood, it loses passion, compassion, and devotion. After a while you start walking around not because your heart is functioning but because your body doesn’t know how not to live, so you survive on pure adrenaline. The problem is even adrenaline gives out.
And you wonder, once some tragedy happens why you get surprised when another one follows? I say this with the utmost sincerity, nothing and I mean nothing can prepare you for the blows that life keeps throwing at you. You might think that you are strong, that you are ready for anything, but you see life knows you’re strengths and weaknesses. So tell me if someone knew all your weak spots, would they throw the punch at all your strong spots or will they throw the punch where they know it will hurt you? I have come to see that a person’s strength isn’t determined by their determination and fortified walls of solitude that they pull up before tragedy strikes. You know all those talks about, “I am prepared for anything” and “I can handle anything” or “come on life give me something harder”. These don’t show strength or integrity for that matter. ስላላዩት ሀገር ብዙ አይለፍልፉ ነው ነገሩ. True strength is shown in all the actions that come after the tragedy. And each action doesn’t have a set of rules on how to handle things. If by God you passed all the hard moments in your life and you are a better person for it, then you must have done something right. While you’re at it tell the rest of us how you did it.
Thank you for the comments on my last post.
A good read. The whole piece is awesome and relatable. But, I also think growing up is underrated when it comes to how it makes us to always anticipate to create and shape the best version of ourselves through all the chaotic and sour reality of this world, giving us the black and white version of itself. The lessons, heartbreaks, freinds, aesthetic thoughts and all…The process in the progress is messy and beautiful at the same time lol.. nice piece again, keep the good work. 👌
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I loved it .I mean in the way it is touching…I really felt it..keep it up
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