(Source: icanread)
Often times, I would find myself reading quotes and feel a rush of inspiration to do something with my life. These quotes by famous people, of quirky people— of people who have traveled the world. People who have done great things. And then there’s me. Who hasn’t really done anything nearly as great. Who stays idle and yet is fascinated about the words and ideas portrayed by these great people. Just me— someone who urns to live a life like theirs. Who urns to experience the kind of love and happiness that is glorified in their words.
I wonder when you lost your way. When you stopped caring? When you stopped putting your heart, your soul, your very best effort in everything you did?
Life is slipping you by. And you’re just watching it go. Look at who you’ve become. It’s not too late to make things right, to turn around and head the right way again. It’s easy to just keep walking the same path you’re on now, and I know it’ll be hard to get back on the right path. You will be tempted. And you know what? Sometimes you’ll give in and you’ll feel like shit. But it won’t mean the end of the world. Keep fighting, keep pushing. Why? Because believe it or not, I have faith that the person I once knew is still in you somewhere. Not completely lost. I refuse to believe otherwise. So come on, you can do it, if you want your life back hard enough. You can do this.
Have pity on him, this man who has lost so much. I apologize for him, he doesn’t know any better. These social rules have lost all meaning to him. He can’t recognize those looks pretentious looks of yours— your brows furrowed which narrow a pair of judging eyes as if you know him. As if you know his story, as if you know anything at all about him. As if you know how we suffer with each piercing glance cast our way. I don’t ask you to understand, only for you to soften your gaze. Please.
My brother surprised me with this when I got home! Let’s see how far I can get until I have to head back to Seattle again :)
What happens when your best isn’t enough? When you run as fast as you can, push yourself as far as you can go but in the end it just wasn’t enough to get where you you wanted to be. It’s frustrating. And it hurts. It hurts to know that you failed despite your best efforts.
They say that anything is possible if you try hard enough, but I feel like I’m just pushing against a brick wall. Where in the end, I’m just wearing myself out. And these withered hands of mine are tired. I’m just so tired.
“There will be times when you feel as though too much is being asked of you or that the information covered in a course is more than you are able to comprehend in a single quarter. That being said do not be discouraged, remember you applied for this competitive program for precisely that reason— to be challenged. When the time arises, and it will, when you are feeling overwhelmed remember that you were chosen for this program becuse you were deemed capable of overcoming the challenges.”
(Source: vashti, via arianesantos)
There’s always some reason to feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh, beautiful release
Memory seep from my veins
Let me be empty, oh, and weightless
And maybe I’ll find some peace tonight
Do not use your ballpoint pens as drumsticks. Caps fly very well and will get lost. And you’ll be finding random ink splatters around your room for hours.
I watched a middle aged couple hold hands on the bus as I was headed back to my apartment. As often as I’ve seen people hold hands, there was something about this couple that was different. It was the way in which they both clasped onto each other’s hands as if they will never get another chance to. As if each was holding onto the only hope they had. Ok, so some background information— the bus that I was taking was going to Harborview Medical Center and she seemed to have some sort of cancer. And there I was— transfixed as I watched their steady and careful eyes gaze out the window which seemed to contradict the restlessness in their fingers.
Oh and I swear, I wasn’t trying to be a creeper or anything. I just couldn’t help but notice all this. Eventually I tore my eyes away from this couple and looked out my own window. I guess my heart went out to this couple. Because in the middle of what seemed like a difficult time, they had each others’ love and it kept the other strong.
I wish I could find something like that.
