I’m a wreck and I know it, I tend to show it every chance that I get.
Anything less than I love you is lying.
It never ceases to amaze me how I can find the time in my busy schedule to spend the day completley engrossed in nothing. With so much going on in life how often do we find ourselves the time to merely sit and be alone with our thoughts. While we all have friends, enemies, special someones, and that one very sketchy facebook stalker, the only person who knows us the best is ourselves. Then why is it that we seclude ourselves from our own life? Busying our lives creates the allusion that we can avoide our emotions. Eventually we all have to stop running. We need to stop telling ourselves that we’re happy and “fine” when inside we know we are the opposite. A little confrontation with yourself can do wonders. So I’ll leave you with this thought, can we be honest people if we are not honest with ourselves? Dont run through life just because walking seems less exciting. Take a moment to smell the flowers and while you’re doing that, take a moment to be with your thoughts.
L.A.C.
Oh sweetheart put the bottle down, you’ve got too much talent.
“They say that what doesn’t kill us makes us who we are”
The black and white keys felt smooth under my hands. They seemed to unlock all the emotions inside of me; they were changed somehow and then released into the world as beautiful notes. I had stopped playing piano several years earlier due to lack of motivation and frustration. However, sitting down at my piano I suddenly felt the same emotion I had felt years before, happiness. It was as if I was magnet drawn to the piano that day in April. I could not resist the instrument that looked so lonely in the corner of my living room, I felt obligated to give it a chance at happiness. As silly as it may sound, I could relate to the piano. I too felt like an object that was merely being used as a decoration to the world, an object without a purpose. I sat their engrossed in the music for several hours; I could not bring myself to put down my sheet music. With each piece played, I felt more certain of myself. It was almost as if I was bringing the piano back to life and at the same time, it was bring me back with it. Each chord made me feel more alive. I no longer felt like a useless object in a corner, I felt powerful. The music saved me from myself and helped guide me back towards a purpose. That day at the piano showed me that I no longer needed somebody else to play me a song; I was now able to create my own.
-L.A.C.
Tell me that you love me, and it’ll be alright
People always say that it’s unhealthy to keep emotions bottled up inside of you. But who do they really expect you to share your feelings with? Nobody cares enough about you to listen, and the people who cause the problems within you don’t believe that they’ve done anything wrong. So can somebody please enlighten me on who you are supposed to share your emotions with other than yourself? When you’re alone in the world, truly alone in the world there’s nobody to turn to. You’re forced to live a life full of sadness, anger, and diminished hope. The only expectations that you set for the world is to be let down, but is it a let down if you expected it? Those are the only head games you play with yourself concerning the issue. What good does it do to dwell on the positive if all that there really is in your life is negatives? Life’s not fair. The most qualified do not excel, they loose to popularity. And what do diaries do for you; your thoughts have no moved from inside your soul to a blank sheet of paper, that’s supposed to be comforting? Most of us spend our whole lives waiting for something good to happen in the future. But the truth is, you will always be judged. You’ll be judged for either being too young or too old your whole life. In middle school you’ll wish you were in high school, once in high school you’ll wish you were in college, once in college you’ll wish you were an adult, and once out in the “real world” you’ll wish you were back in the naïve atmosphere of middle school. The cycle never ends, you are never truly who you want yourself to be. People need to stop judging each other. You will never know what someone has gone through or is going through in their life. Faces lie, never forget that. Their laughter may be convincing you they’re happy but at the same time their eyes may be screaming for help. Never declare that someone has had it easier than you, most likely they have not. One person’s nightmare is another persons dream. A person may be all alone in the world, but you could help to make it a little easier on them. Go out of your way for others rather than going out of your way to do nothing for anybody else. The only way you get what you deserve is through Karma. Your decisions will come back to haunt you. So be aware of your surroundings, help others even if it’s you that needs the help. Just remember that some can express themselves to the world and others cannot. Just something to think about.
-L.A.C.