I am Gem

Some people enter your life in a whirlwind and no matter how hard you try you can’t stop thinking about them, even after they leave…especially after they leave.

"What I’m trying to say is, out of all the winters I have loved, this one has been the hardest. Not because you weren’t there, but because the warmth of your hands was just out of my reach. And that made it all the colder."

In life, you can blame a lot of people and you can wallow in self-pity, or you can pick yourself up and say, Listen, I have to be responsible for myself.

It is our own mental attitude which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is in our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light.

No, you still have a lot of friends. You just have different levels of friends. You have acquaintances, and friends, and close friends, and best friends. And you are different levels of friend to everyone else. People can’t give every other person on earth the same level of care, it’s exhausting. So yes, you make time for your closest friends, you’re constantly there for them, you can be there in an instant if they need help. But you can’t do this for every single person you know, it’s not healthy. You also have to juggle school, extracurriculars, work, etc. Just because someone isn’t one of your few closest friends doesn’t mean you aren’t important to each other in one way or another.

It’s actually really sad to read some of these reblogs and hear how difficult it is to find friends in this world. It’s a scary world, and we’re all so alone and estranged…

dalliance

Dear Heart, It would be nice if you slowed down a little. I’m not very happy with the thoughts my mind is flooded with everyday, the unsatisfactory want for someone who isn’t here. In comparison to the rest of my body, you seem so small, yet you carry so much weight and pull the rest of me with a string. The average human heart beats at 72 beats per minute but I’m pretty sure I’m somewhere above or below average; you jump over beats like hurdles in track and field. And I don’t like your mood swings, one minute you’re calm like a lazy river on a Monday morning, and the next you’re raging as if I drank one too many bottles of Gatorade, or saw a ghost known as a memory.— And I know, I know you have your own bruises and scars too, you’re purple even though I’ve never been to the military. With every palpitation, I’m reminded of your own war against the stresses of life and time. Your fight is a war in itself, the want for something you just can’t have. Yet. And it’s that same hope that lifts you up when you trip and knocks you right back into the dust when things don’t or can’t work out. Now I’m not saying you should stop beating. But you could at least slow down just long enough for things to go your way.

After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… That you really are strong And you really do have worth… And you learn and learn… With every good-bye you learn.