Friends

What if love came with a choice.

Looks,
Height,
Weight,
Popularity.

What if friends came with prices.

Are you pretty?
Are you funny?
Do you dress the way
Everyone
Else
Does?
How many pints can you chug?
What kinds of music do you
Listen To?
Can you keep up?

Keep up with their paces?

What if happiness in life required certain standards.

Colours of hair,
Appearances and faces,
Skin tones,
Brawny and braces?

Like platters in a buffet,
People walking, choosing,
This look's appetising,
This I'll save for later.
This I'll avoid.
It isn't any of the tastes I like.

The greatest blisses in life isn't just being able to say "I am loved for what I'm great at, what I'm good at and what I can do well."

The greatest blessing,
Possibly,

Is to be able to say, "I am accepted, I am loved. I am adored for what I never will be. I am appreciated for what I'm not good at. I am dear to people because of what I will never look like…
I am beloved because I am nothing but me."

Not just even though, but because I am imperfectly perfect.

"Friends are hard to find. In a lifetime you only get a few. And when you find them, you always know them by sight and heart alone, you always grow a little bit taller in your soul, and you know you have been blessed just to know them." - Ashley Rice

Snowflakes

Have you ever tasted a snowflake? 
Like standing outside a front porch, or in a large field, sticking your tongue out and chasing those tiny white things and then watching one fall into your mouth. 
It's too small to taste, just a tiny speck of cold. 
(But then again, it's just water and probably tastes plain and... Well... Water-y?)

That's what some things are to me. 
Snowflakes. 

Specks of pretty glass shards made of ice and water that vanishes and dissolves the moment it reaches your lips. And it's nothing but a beautiful cold feeling. Each snowflake is unique and special on it's own, not one the same as the other. But if you don't catch them, they fall to the ground either to dissolve or form something greater; pretty white snow on the ground. 

Doesn't it kind of feel like life?
Every pretty moment. 

\(^-^)/

I love snowflakes.


"Falling slowly, 
eyes that met me 
And I can't go back." - Falling Slowly (Once) 
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=falling%20slowly%20glen%20hansard%20and%20marketa%20irglova&sm=3

Judgement and thoughts

Would anyone ever get it? Lol. It's such a frenzy in here.



Maybe it's because
She sees things no one else does,
Hears words no one else says.

The chilly winds that
Make people
Sink
Deeper
Into
Their huge coats and kaleidoscopic scarves.

The invisible strings that
Pulls
And
Tugs
The wagging tongues of men as they speak.

The winds are too harsh,
Too cold.

The tongues lash,
Things are so old.

Why do people hide in their coats
Because of the wind?
When tongues roll and wag,
Isn't it just the same?
Nothing but air circulation.

They ask, why?
Just go with the flow.

She's standing still.
Winds are stronger in her direction.
She has to start walking again.


"She sees things no one else does,
Hears words no one else says."

Why won't people see?
The things that drives her mad.

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Trust

trust

trəst/

noun

1. 1.

   firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something.

   "relations have to be built on trust"

   
   

They say to trust is the belief that someone or something has the ability to accomplish the end product you want/need so much so that you rely on them.
When you believe that someone has your best interests at heart and you give them the special attention for the entitlement of their opinion.

Do you know it's possible to love someone emotionally without trusting?
Or to trust someone without loving emotionally?
Though it is harder to not trust someone you love emotionally.

But,
You can.

Why harder though?
Because you're emotionally attached to the person.
Emotions from the heart always make a mess out of the plans we already formed in out minds.
Choose not to trust the person and lets see how long you won't give in to the care and concern you have for him/her.

In the end, you end up doing the same thing.

Opening up.

With or without trust,
Possibly even knowing that it's the biggest and wrongest move.
Remembering why you never trusted in the first place?

Still opening up even when you know you've handed a murderer a gun.

Still opening up even when you know this would be the reason for sleepless nights and countless nightmares.

Some people choose isolation, miserable loneliness to avoid this risk. People still come. Maybe even more than what usually. They come with hammers and anything that would deliver an impact, trying to break that wall that was built up. When that doesn't work, they come with treaties of peace and promises and weird gifts. Gifts of hope and love in trade for just a little faith. As though they would reach treasures on the other side.

But the other side is a wreck. Far from treasures. The right people are the ones that realise this soon enough.

Maybe someone comes with a wrecking ball?
I'd freak out.
Miley Cyrus.



Just wanted to say, even if you're struggling with trust, the journey is when you take the first step to believe in yourself. I guess even I am still struggle with this.
"A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking because her trust is not in the branches but her own wings. You've got to believe in yourself."