Despite the fact that February is long gone and with it...Valentine's Day, there's a buzzing of romance, a smell of love in the air. The kind that will lead to sweet bliss or heartbreak.
Love takes on many forms, whether it's complicated romance, unrequited or soul-finding. Everyone has been in love or had a crush at one point in their lives. Some started out in hallways and lunch breaks. Others in summer vacations and lecture halls. The point is that we've all felt the sweetness of a kiss (chaste or unchaste) and the soul wretching goodbyes.
There really isn't words that can heal the pain. But, what I can say is that one day as we look out our window or we wake up from our beds, the pain will cease to hurt.
I leave you with my facebook status:
you realize that shaggy and scooby are perfect together and your broken heart is not shattering , but healing. :)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Never expect life to be easy! If it was we'd all be unchanged and unmotivated--completely static-- to be anything but what we already are.
I'm a big believer on always improving one's self without losing the touch of reality and sense of "present". What I mean is that with everything there's a balance. You can't live in the moment expecting it to last forever. Maybe you'll invent a time machine or get a 3 wishes from a genie to go back to those moments of bliss. But for now, time leaves no one behind.
However, always looking for some magic eraser to take away our flaws without accepting them as definitions of who we are is like seeking some elusive mirage in the desert. It's easy get caught on trying to put out better copies of ourselves, but we forget that quality is far better than quantity.
That's the kind of motto I want to base my life on...
I want to wake up each morning with the zest of life ringing in my ears and heart. To know that no matter the fastballs life throws at me, I'll continue to cherish each and every day.
Slowly the fragments of the girl I use to know are coming back. The girl who was quiet and observant, gazed at stars and the moon, involved in her friends' every day lives, said a prayer before bed, made meals without a recipe, had laugh attacks on occasions, enjoyed the sweet harmony of words and pages, read a book a day, called her parents two times a day. A girl who loved life.
Yes that girl is coming back, blossoming again. And I have the patience of God and life lessons to thank.
I'm a big believer on always improving one's self without losing the touch of reality and sense of "present". What I mean is that with everything there's a balance. You can't live in the moment expecting it to last forever. Maybe you'll invent a time machine or get a 3 wishes from a genie to go back to those moments of bliss. But for now, time leaves no one behind.
However, always looking for some magic eraser to take away our flaws without accepting them as definitions of who we are is like seeking some elusive mirage in the desert. It's easy get caught on trying to put out better copies of ourselves, but we forget that quality is far better than quantity.
That's the kind of motto I want to base my life on...
I want to wake up each morning with the zest of life ringing in my ears and heart. To know that no matter the fastballs life throws at me, I'll continue to cherish each and every day.
Slowly the fragments of the girl I use to know are coming back. The girl who was quiet and observant, gazed at stars and the moon, involved in her friends' every day lives, said a prayer before bed, made meals without a recipe, had laugh attacks on occasions, enjoyed the sweet harmony of words and pages, read a book a day, called her parents two times a day. A girl who loved life.
Yes that girl is coming back, blossoming again. And I have the patience of God and life lessons to thank.
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
Love's complicated Woes...
Love's complicated Woes...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A semi-sweet return
A semi-sweet return
You don't understand what it means to type this blog. Has a year gone by? No? It feels like it. I feel speechless. It's as if words have compiled within me and now that I can usher them out...I find myself flabbergasted--unable to pour out everything I've wanted to say and write.
If you were to ask me how this quarter is going, I would have to say, "Let me think about it."
Because I have no idea how I truly feel about this quarter. I loved second quarter because for once I felt like a reporter--gaining experience--unlike this quarter where once again I am Jennifer, the student.
Don't get me wrong, I love to learn. But, there comes a point where you don't want to just read about it in the books. You want to get your hands dirty.
I've been so frustrated recently. Almost bent out of shape and unwilling to see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow (yes it's my analogy). I use to enjoy life with gusto, but now I feel like I'm just surviving.
Whatever happen to the girl who just wanted to write? I don't know where she went. All I know is that she's still there...right at the surface hoping for her chance. I can tell because my fingers itch for words. I'm like the weary traveler thirsting for a glass of water. I crave the tension between my brows as I try to come up with another scene in my book or the sense of accomplishment when I've posted another post on my blog. To write, what a life worth living.
I need to get back to who I am. I am a girl. A writer. A living, breathing wonder.
