I haven't just up and died on you. Don't be shy, I'm talking to you all my stalkers, invisible fans and more people who came across this page by accident.
What have I been doing with all my time?
Apart from finally settling on a job that I like and learning to cook finally. I haven't made any spectacular decisions or made some life-altering changes. The best part is I feel closer and more in line with my train of thought than ever before. That's more because I had a lot of time to introspect and drop my guard around people. And while I listen to http://youtu.be/6oKUTOLSeMM 'Hungry Eyes' I chew my pen thoughtfully as to what else can justify my disappearing act. I've come to realize I depend on no one but me to make me happy these days. There's just too much of happy zingy elements that emit out of me. How do I know? I feel the 'happy' vibes in me and they escape me in silly giggles for no apparent reason. I must look so foolish and love-sick to people that think it must be because I'm in love.
They won't be wrong there. I'm in love with Me. The true me who can't hold anything back and always seems to go the extra mile even if it's just to make someone smile. I feed on my strength and there's nothing that makes me more happy when I know I'm the reason someone feels good or comforted in some way. I know this might all come across as terribly boring but I've long ago decided that I don't move with the crowd. I stand out. Always have. Always will.
That can also be because I am insufferably sarcastic. I don't have a cap to that. It flows out of me like a river but I also make sure the recipient is someone truly deserving of my barbed hit. Oh how i've missed writing. I feel like it's been a physical pain inside me. Like a toothache that never goes away until you get it treated. Writing is my solace. My freedom. It's me and words, when they become one. It's just me performing a ballet with Mr.Word here and there until we finally settle on the perfect road map to take us through life.
I never knew Music could also be my solace at one point in time. But it is. Music that soothes me, mostly instrumental. I'm tired of listening to the kind that doesn't make sense. Take a wild guess on what kind I'm talking about.
Que Sera, Sera!
We've all been dealt with cards that might not be too appealing. The secret to getting through anything tough is to accept that it's over and you're going to move forward positively and with a stronger chip on your shoulder.
Love and Light to everyone out there.
What have I been doing with all my time?
Apart from finally settling on a job that I like and learning to cook finally. I haven't made any spectacular decisions or made some life-altering changes. The best part is I feel closer and more in line with my train of thought than ever before. That's more because I had a lot of time to introspect and drop my guard around people. And while I listen to http://youtu.be/6oKUTOLSeMM 'Hungry Eyes' I chew my pen thoughtfully as to what else can justify my disappearing act. I've come to realize I depend on no one but me to make me happy these days. There's just too much of happy zingy elements that emit out of me. How do I know? I feel the 'happy' vibes in me and they escape me in silly giggles for no apparent reason. I must look so foolish and love-sick to people that think it must be because I'm in love.
They won't be wrong there. I'm in love with Me. The true me who can't hold anything back and always seems to go the extra mile even if it's just to make someone smile. I feed on my strength and there's nothing that makes me more happy when I know I'm the reason someone feels good or comforted in some way. I know this might all come across as terribly boring but I've long ago decided that I don't move with the crowd. I stand out. Always have. Always will.
That can also be because I am insufferably sarcastic. I don't have a cap to that. It flows out of me like a river but I also make sure the recipient is someone truly deserving of my barbed hit. Oh how i've missed writing. I feel like it's been a physical pain inside me. Like a toothache that never goes away until you get it treated. Writing is my solace. My freedom. It's me and words, when they become one. It's just me performing a ballet with Mr.Word here and there until we finally settle on the perfect road map to take us through life.I never knew Music could also be my solace at one point in time. But it is. Music that soothes me, mostly instrumental. I'm tired of listening to the kind that doesn't make sense. Take a wild guess on what kind I'm talking about.
Que Sera, Sera!
We've all been dealt with cards that might not be too appealing. The secret to getting through anything tough is to accept that it's over and you're going to move forward positively and with a stronger chip on your shoulder.
Love and Light to everyone out there.
