Irresponsible Forgetfulness

It's funny how quickly we forget. Days, weeks, months of loneliness--not wanting to get up in the morning, dreading the next day, but at the same time, hoping life would just pass by quicker. I'm happy to say that today is not one of those days, and I have not had that dark and empty feeling for a long time now. I am on the other side, and I feel good.

Looking in at those who are in darkness, I, forgetfully, heartlessly and hypocritically send a hateful glare. I unknowingly add to their pain, snuffing out any ounce of faith they had in me.

Luckily, all it takes is a couple minutes for a friend's perspective-changing realization that can warm and transform a cold heart back into a feeling and sympathizing thing once again. Though it means reliving the hurtful past for a little while, it is no comparison to a person's real and vivid heartache of loneliness in the present.


I'm sorry, I will not forget anymore.

The Bear Paw

This year, I learned to write without lines. 

For as long as I remember, my life thrived on instructions, rules, formats, etc. Whether it be getting the best shampoo for my buck, or getting to class the most efficient way--I always needed to choose the best choice and pick the right way. But this year, I realized that there are no black and white rules to life. This life is my own and my way is the right way. So though my walk to class may be physically longer, with more hills and dips than you would prefer, I like it just fine because it's the right way for me.

P.S. Priscilla is awesome.