feelings.

Scared, bewildered, happy, in love, miserable, alone, forgotten, comfortable, and incredibly frightened.

Can we survive ourselves?

I received a video from a friend recently that unhinged my writers block and set my mind free on a whirlwind of thoughts. This country is in a decline of serious proportions. We can blame presidents, we can blame senior leadership, however when it comes right down to it we only can blame ourselves. I say this because we allow our government to be soft, unyielding in their appointments with hidden agendas. We are letting our country die and no one is willing to stand up for the fight. We are a country who, without realizing it, condemns our soldiers for fighting for us. We obliterate their missions and their pride with our words of protest. Yes, we have the right to protest, but how far are we willing to go before we understand that we are protesting the wrong things? You say that we should leave the war, but do you know why you say that? Have you done the research in which to stand on your principle belief? You say that we are too vile in our ways of getting answers, but we allow thousands of Americans and other societies to be brutally murdered and tortured without a word. We as a people need to rise up and face the outside world as a strong a nation as we were in earlier years. Newt Gringrich stated this, “In World War II, in 4 years we defeated Nazi Germany, Fascist Italy, and Imperial Japan”. In going on his statement, we must go within ourselves and ask the question why or how did that take place. How did our country, in age far behind in technology as we are today, take a simpler way and a shorter time frame? The answer is simple if not blunt; we simple do not care about our country. There are no more days of old where people got together to boost the moral of our soldiers, we are just to busy fighting against the cause. Americans, we were hit on our soil. It was not the first and it will not be the last. Did we do it the right way, maybe not. However, we must stand and fight for we are not safe in our little world anymore. There are masses of people, out there just waiting for the chance to destroy America. The sad part is at this point, they do not have to lift a finger, for we as Americans are doing a good job of it on our own.

Unrequited Love

You sit and you wait, wait for some sign that you’re not just waiting for some empty end. That everything your going through, everything you have felt, will feel, and are feeling isn’t just one sided, that the love is just as big on both ends of the road. You live in a world of quiet love, secretive love, one-sided love. You hear the stories of the past, told that you can never relive those for that part of life is gone, you can only live for what you can scrounge up. You hear stories of things that still happen, but without you, things that should happen for you too, but cannot and will not for you are to far apart for those things- both physically and mentally. For you represent both hope and hurt which is something that may never be able to be conquered. You are punished for what you have never done nor been given a chance to prove wrong. You smile quietly as you pretend to understand why you are so shut out, because you have been hurt just as much, maybe even more so and have still chosen to let in this love. You sit and wonder what could possible be the misfiring in you that makes this the most unconceivable thought, completely loving you. What is so completely lacking in you that just makes you this unwanted, unloved, un-needed? You try to answer this question, but it is lost for you have no answers. You will never have answers for you are to afraid to ask the questions, afraid of losing what you hold most dear to you, this one-sided love is the love of your life, the love you have had since you were very young. You would take a one-sided love and little attention that you do receive over none at all, for unrequited love is just as romantic even if it is the most painful.

Living Life in Fear

Living life in fear, so many do it and yet so many do not fully understand the meaning. Some fear what might happen if they give their heart again. For others, it is just the fear of getting out of bed in the morning because they have no idea what may lie ahead of them as their feet hit that cold, hard floor. Then for some, it is just the fear of life. The fear of everything that has come before, what is happening, and what is coming. The fact that they must live their lives completely for other people, not a moment for themselves, nothing ever being asked about what it is they might want. Nothing in place except for the lives of everyone around them, sitting quietly in a dark room waiting for the next command, the altercation that is waiting around the bend, sitting hoping that they forget about them-forget that they exist just even for a moment. Letting them have a minute of a life that could be theirs, even if it is really just a fantasy. Alone in the room realizing that even the life ahead is what is going to be totally of what someone else can do, and lived through the eyes of another, even though this life is different, even though in a odd, sometimes lonely way, they will loved in this way. Living as they do, living in fear of your own life, of your own daily tasks, is a hard, bumpy road to live down. Sometimes it is concealed in a lovely package, none ever knowing what truly lies beneath the surface. Those who live in fear hide from the world outside of themselves, for it is too hard for them to truly see what it is that they cannot be or ever have. For in the real world, rescues are only on DVD’s.

Compromises and Conversations

Finding common ground is more than just a series of compromises and conversations, it is about remembering what it is that makes the other person so unique and special to you and bringing that to the front of your mind when you feel the world coming in and crashing. We tend to allow life to overwhelm not only us but everything around us, including those we love. We forget that even though we see each other through thick and thin, sometimes our hearts are not as tough as our skins. Even the strongest of us have a point where we just want scream and throw up the white flag in defeat because we just seem not to be able to accomplish anything positive or do anything to help ease the situation except cause more turmoil and more stress. Life is not a perfect scene of moonlight and roses, it is a never ending road of bumps, curves, twists, and turns that can make you smile, cry, laugh, scream, and everything in between all at the same time. Sometimes you just cannot help the way life has been or is going to be, but you can help the way you live it.

Extra Baggage: and I don't Mean Fat!

Why must society label women who have children as “baggage” or “damaged goods”? Have we been tested in a laboratory somewhere in some remote corner of the globe and research shows the statistics are not in your favor if you are to start a relationship with us? How is our baggage so different than that of others? Maybe we are smarter, wiser, and plain realize the crap that we will and will not put up with and that makes us harder to attain and therefore to label is easier than to pursue. We endure so much as single mothers with our never-ending schedules and limited sleep and then we must add to that the struggle of having to overcome the stigma of “worthlessness” in the eyes of society and try to make a life as a single woman as well. Our beds are just as empty, just as needful- but a bit harder to crawl into. It doesn’t make us Queens of Ice or unreachable, just means we come to the table with a little more knowledge, a bit of integrity, and tad of skeptism that if your willing to chip at it, you could find exactly what you have been looking for.

Omission or Admission?

What is so hard about admitting truth? When we hide it, we hurt those around us. Maybe it is just a small omission and only for a short time, or maybe it is something you keep hidden out of fear and it is for a long time, and it is something that you keep from those in which you love. They find out the omission and are hurt by it, trying to figure out if it is something they have done, said, or just maybe it is them that have made you omit this. Keeping secrets is tricky thing; to some it isn’t really keeping secrets it is keeping personal personal. To others, it is personal. It is showing that the importance of everything may not be as much to one as it is the other, or maybe secrets are kept because it is only supposed t be a secret and you’re starting to finally realize it.