Today I noticed some of the leaves were yellowing and others had withered and died. Ihad a moment of charity so I plucked and pruned until it looked healthy again. Then it hit me. Like a full body collision with Oprah at her heaviest. This annoying, spunky, stubborn piece of greenery was just like me. Stay with me. I know how lame it sounds. But listen; sometimes I feel like a waste of space. Like it doesn’t matter what I do or saybecause ultimately it won’t matter. No one really cares? I don’t look after myself. Not like I’m supposed to anyway. I eat too much or I don’t eat at all. I listen to lies about myself: I’m ugly, fat, dumb, invisible…
When I take the time to do something good for myself I feel better; I perk right up. When I pull off the dead stuff I not only look better but I feel different and have room to grow agian. The boyfriend that doesn’t seem to even like me or the friends that drag me down are like the dead leaves. Once they’re gone the whole picture is different. We all have an inner voice that lies and bullies us. Would we really put up with a friend who tells us we’re fat and useless? The obvious answer is no we shouldn’t.
I don’t know about you but today I’m going to do a little bit of gardening. I could use some extra watering and attention. If I’m still feeling inspired I may even do some weeding. There are somethings in my life that can certainly go. I may even paint my toe nails. Hot pink. With one red pinky. Just because.
Labels: happiness, philosophy
because of all the potential to fill them,
like a void.
Labels: confessional
Labels: philosophy
There are a hand full of things i miss from old Minnesota. Although, I have to admit, I'll never understand suburbia. I get out of the car and I see perfectly manicured lawns as far as the eye can see. I would understand if one or two people had spent a lot of time on their lawns, perhaps gardening hobbyists, people with a fairy-obsessive nature, etc. But every single lawn is perfectly manicured. And all I can puzzle over is, "Doesn't anybody here have anything else to do?" Does lawn manicuring hold such a high priority in their lives that, with all the competing pressures of modern life, they somehow all find the time to pay this much attention to grass. Just grass? This got me thinking: Is it just me, or is a huge section of society misplacing their priorities of what's essentially important? Now, I am only referring to grass but could this be taken too far? Could one risk another life over, perhaps even a light beer or a glance at a girl who happens to be taken? What draws the line? In my theory, we should hold ourselves high and our foremost vital needs. Keep the ones closest, closest to you and don't over think a situation. Sure, my theory has flaws but since when does anyone have a clue? Infact, we are only human.
Labels: philosophy
Labels: doubt, philosophy
