You know that feeling that you get when you are so overwhelmed with anticipation and the desire to stay a little longer....that feeling that makes your stomach have the slightest tinge of wonderment. I think that is what I have been feeling for the past few days. Ten days left here. Ten days which will go by too quickly. Where the sound of laughter of my dear ones will begin to fade. Where my friends will wish me will, will be sad to see me go, and who will cheer for me along the way.
I am ready to go. I am ready to embrace my future. I am ready for the challenges ahead. I am ready to begin again, to try a little harder, to love a little more, and learn how to continue to move forward instead of looking back. For this moment, I have put the brakes on my tears. There is much ahead, there is much in store. I've always told myself - life is too short to be sad.
In ten days I will pull away from home, my family, my friends, the life formerly known as mine. I will begin somewhere new. It's going to be hard. It's going to be scary. It's going to be me going for it, me growing up, me taking a leap of faith. It's exciting and it's surreal. It's me becoming me.
Me.
Hmm. I sure like the sound of that.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Saturday, July 7, 2007
"Sticks and stones may break my bones ...."
I have spent the greater part of the last few days thinking about the power of words.
When you think about it for any amount of time, you come to realize the true significance of the thing that makes up the bigger picture - the one thing we all share - the human language. For most words, when they sit alphabetically in a dictionary alone, there isn't much significance. Sure, there are a few that can stand on their own, but when the individual words are put together - that's where their true power lies.
When you think about the power of words there isn't one person alive that hasn't felt their thrust. You remember that words do indeed hurt more than sticks and stones when you are bullied, taunted by someone claiming their superiority. You trust the kindness of words when a friend or family member tells you how they have missed you. You feel the butterflies in your tummy with the admission of love for the first time. You can't forget the pain you feel when you disappoint someone or when someone says something that disappoints you. You are transported to the past through the songs that tell the story of your life, the ones you can still sing and feel exactly as you did in the years before.
Everyday, words are the most important choice we make. They can change everything in a second. They can make you change course, direct your future, or make you relive your past. They can make you smile. They can make you laugh. They can make time stand still. They can lift you up and make you believe in yourself. They can make it better. They can make it worse. They can crush you without warning. They are the only things you can never take back.
I wish I had a handbook ...
A handbook for others to know the right and wrong words to say to me. I could distribute my handbook to those who know me - whether they are family, friends, acquaintance, or by some other chance. My handbook would contain only the acceptable words and combinations of words for use on me. It would be a handbook of only words of love, encouragement, answers to questions, and constructive criticism. The words would answer my questions when I had them, teach me when I needed to learn, and unpatronizingly tell me when I was wrong. And I wish everyone else had one too!
Huh! In my next life I'm coming back with thicker skin.
When you think about it for any amount of time, you come to realize the true significance of the thing that makes up the bigger picture - the one thing we all share - the human language. For most words, when they sit alphabetically in a dictionary alone, there isn't much significance. Sure, there are a few that can stand on their own, but when the individual words are put together - that's where their true power lies.
When you think about the power of words there isn't one person alive that hasn't felt their thrust. You remember that words do indeed hurt more than sticks and stones when you are bullied, taunted by someone claiming their superiority. You trust the kindness of words when a friend or family member tells you how they have missed you. You feel the butterflies in your tummy with the admission of love for the first time. You can't forget the pain you feel when you disappoint someone or when someone says something that disappoints you. You are transported to the past through the songs that tell the story of your life, the ones you can still sing and feel exactly as you did in the years before.
Everyday, words are the most important choice we make. They can change everything in a second. They can make you change course, direct your future, or make you relive your past. They can make you smile. They can make you laugh. They can make time stand still. They can lift you up and make you believe in yourself. They can make it better. They can make it worse. They can crush you without warning. They are the only things you can never take back.
I wish I had a handbook ...
A handbook for others to know the right and wrong words to say to me. I could distribute my handbook to those who know me - whether they are family, friends, acquaintance, or by some other chance. My handbook would contain only the acceptable words and combinations of words for use on me. It would be a handbook of only words of love, encouragement, answers to questions, and constructive criticism. The words would answer my questions when I had them, teach me when I needed to learn, and unpatronizingly tell me when I was wrong. And I wish everyone else had one too!
Huh! In my next life I'm coming back with thicker skin.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Guncha Koi Mere Naam Kar Diya
Been listening to this song for a long time now. It is beautiful in its own way and I am not going to make any comparisons. There's something so refreshing about it, its rendition so soulful and sparkling that makes me want to listen to it over and over again.
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