Betrayal et tu Brutus? Was a wound ever so deep? "Ista quidem vis est!" But the damage was done. Faster than the bullet from a gun love, trust and camaraderie condemned never to rise again. On the tree of misguided self-righteousness a single groan signaled the end no more words uttered. Let us mourn what was that is no more. What could have been now stunted within the sin of betrayal. Now I must shed this skin of innocence spun in deceit. Now to get the salt and pepper not to kill you - but to find something new something that is true...
The Supporting Character You you do it all without thanks. When they see you they stare at an enigma, because you are true to you. You never do things "right" You are never a failure despite having failed many times. they can't see your star shinning and so they set you aside looking for a light that carries fool's gold. You are the supporting character. A bad romcom disaster. Many may see a walking wreck but we all been cast with respect to being that. What they don't see is each day when you do something. They don't need to know how kind you are, how much you sacrificed. They don't need to see all you have done with the little that you have. No one needs to give you a golden statue to show that you were here. Just being is enough because you are already satisfied with the role you have been given.
Do you hear me? Hello! I am calling. Do you hear me? Can you see me? Do you know me? Look, I sat here mute, immobile, kneeling under your weight. Did that endear me to you? Look, I let you step all over me let you crush my spirit to dust. Still you don't see me? Do you hear me? I keep calling out to you. Should I sit here in my dispair? Please someone, anyone, make my way clear!
Last Lick you hit me I hit you I hit you you hit me. you go low I go low too. Think you are sly not gonna lie I was fooled for a while but now now I know what to do I will split you in two! So you hit me and I hit you I hit you and you hit me. But question: when is the last lick and can we stop this show?
Fill Me Up I stop at the well parched, too week to lift my basket i rest against it. Just a drop of hope renewed to wake me from deep sleep. I have gone grey before my time parched near dust. Here I know no prince charming to wake me up. I need no dare-devil to shake me awake. What I need is to be filled! Filled with love, laughter and life. I need you to pour into me all the good around you that you see touch, taste and feel. Fill me up so I will thirst no more.
Self-Love Recipe Let's make a self-love recipe. All you will need is a little bit of: admitting you're beautiful, dusting off your strength and wearing it, keeping your promises to youself, set your boundries, then let it all go.
If you do something or try to do something and continually fail, what’s the silver lining? If you do not have a great before and after photo of your life to show the world, why show it? If you do not have a rags to riches story to tell, why tell it?
Well I believe you tell, show and share reality. We have become too comfortable with being fed a feed or a thirty second glimpse into someone’s reality. In many ways because we all love a happy ending, we are good with ignoring the real story and being present in the reality of our situation. However, we need to be comfortable with being uncomfortable, with making mistakes, to losing and gaining and gaining and losing. A journey is never smooth, there are bumps along the way, potholes and rest stops that we have to make. As humans we sometimes have to do a complete 180 or even a full 360 before we can see any real improvements. But, it is a part of maturing growing and evolving. There are too many of us who look at the social media life and think that that is all and what we need to aim for – how disappointed we all have been if we think this. We do not want to know the stories, the behind the scenes reels, just the packaged snapshots we are fed.
No one questions too much or considers the reason why, how where or when. We never admit that we fail even when we tell ourselves we will not do so again. We instead tell ourselves that tomorrow will be better but we do not look at our vulnerabilities and accept that they are there. So, Where is the silver lining that everyone looks for when they stop to be inspired and hear that we are still failing? Well, the beauty is that those silver linings are forming under those deep dark clouds.