are you pleased?
is this all you ever dreamed it to be?
castles, princes, and flowers in the sea
oh, my dear, don’t settle for tea
you are strong dark coffee
you give others energy
more powerful and moving than a princess’ glee
leave the castle be
you are not the shadow of the prince to be
step out of the shadow and be free
push the lilies to the side and explore the sea
your destiny is more than the crown will ever be
via Daily Prompt: Pleased
Do you ever take comfort in the fact that some things just almost always stay exactly the same? Every time I drive home from college, I hit this one stop light almost always just moments after crossing town lines to arrive in Millbury. I drive past the supermarket and put my car at a halt at the light by Dunkin Donuts and the auto repair shop. For some reason, this is the moment I take in the fact that I have arrived at ‘home’. I’m still a few minutes from my house, but I always hit this stop light. This is where I notice how everything looks exactly the same as it always does. Same cars, same people, same buildings. It’s comforting. I continue up the street when the light turns green and think about what it means to come home, what it means for a town to be almost the same whenever I return.
But ‘home’ is not always a location. As Dory says in Finding Nemo, “I look at you, and I’m home.” Is it really the fact that everything looks the same when I stop at this traffic light or is it the moment I realize that in a few short minutes I’ll be pulling into my driveway and being wrapped in a hug from my parents. They are home. Stonehill is another home (although, my mom might yell at me for calling it that). Like my house, Stonehill is a place I feel safe when coming onto campus, and it full of my friends that are like family. It’s not Stonehill’s super-duper green grass that makes it home, it’s my friends and the community that welcome me ‘home’ when I arrive onto campus.
So what does it really mean when we call a place home? Does location mean anything or is it the people that make up the town and those that welcome you back that make it home? We feel at home when we feel safe, comfortable, accepted, and loved.
We always find comfort when things are unchanging. It is peaceful in a world full of change, full of surprises, disasters, and yet, also happiness, adventure, and opportunity. In a world where things are never the same, my town is something that doesn’t. Although that stop light can’t embrace me in a warm hug, or tell me, “Welcome home,” it doesn’t have to. It makes me feel that way without having to do anything, by staying exactly the same. Home, at least for me, is somewhere comforting. I’m thankful my town always welcomes me home.
We tend to like the evens
Liking the ability to perfectly divide
No halves, only wholes
No odd ones out, nothing remaining
Even numbers are easy, perfect
While odd numbers seem imperfect, problematic
But there is a beauty in the uneven that may appear as inconvenient remainders
What is a life if it is only perfection?
A life is never even
Never being able to perfectly divide your friends for dodgeball
Or never being able to make things exactly as you plan
But the uneven
It can bring a beauty that lies in the halves and cracks that come from those divides
The divides that are imperfect are perfect in themselves
via Daily Prompt: Uneven
Worthy of the World,
Oh, my friend, how you bring so much joy into the lives around you. You are worth so much more than those who put you second. You are worth so much more than those who think your love is not enough. Never lower your standards of what you think you deserve because you are absolutely deserving of the utmost love, attention, and respect of others.
It hurts those who care about you to watch you degrade your worthiness. We love and care for you so deeply that we get frustrated when you do not see that worthiness in yourself. Stop putting yourself down and start making it clear to others that you are not accepting of anything less than genuine love and care. Your fellow friends and I are happy to remind you at anytime of how we think you are worthy of so much, but damn kid, you’ve got to love yourself. I know it can be hard to start to love yourself, but if you love yourself, you won’t be accepting of anything less than the love you know you deserve. I want you to understand and believe that YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN THOSE WHO TREAT YOU AS THOUGH YOU ARE NOT WORTH THEIR TIME, LOVE, OR ATTENTION. They’re the ones missing out on all you would have give them.
Your worth is not for sale. You cannot degrade your values or expectations for how other perceive you or how you see yourself in order for someone to love you. They’ll love you for exactly YOUR worth.
It’s not only frustrating to watch the ones you care about depreciate their worthiness, but it saddens us, too. We only want you to see for yourself what we see for you. You are worth everyone’s time, love, and attention, but you do not decrease your worthiness because someone does not appreciate or treat you as though you are worthy. You are worthy of so much more than you may see for yourself, and I hope you see that soon. Because, it’ll make you happier and more self-loving in the long run.
“Stop trying to prove your worth to people who don’t value it. Go where you are celebrated not where you are tolerated.”
Lots of us love you, kid. We just want you to see it for yourself.
All my Love,
One Who Knows Your Worth
“You don’t wanna go out of this world with regrets. If there’s something you want to do, you do it. You take this life by the balls and tell it that you existed.”
-Tommy Wallach, We All Looked Up
I just finished reading We All Looked Up by Tommy Wallach, such a great read-really gets you thinking about how life passes you by. It’s the stories of four people after they discover they possibly only have two months to live after discovering that an asteroid may hit Earth. Two months to really live. It reminds us that we need to look up!! Life is moving faster than you can imagine, and you need to make sure you’re making the most of it. These are stories of love, passion, and simply realizing how many more cups of coffee will this girl have before she possibly dies in two months. Damn, if you have dreams, go out and make them happen. If you like someone, tell them. Whatever the case may be, confessing to your crush that you like them, start that singing career you always wanted, or truly savor that strong cup of coffee. Although an asteroid probably truly isn’t coming for Earth, maybe we should start living like we only have two months left–it gets us to do the things we were always too shy to do. We have so many beautiful dreams and passions that we are either too nervous to pursue, in denial that it’s possible, or are simply afraid of stepping out of our comfort zones. No one is stopping us from acting on our dreams except ourselves. If you feel like someone else is stopping you, know that what you want for yourself makes it worth acting on that dream despite someone else thinking you shouldn’t. Look up, look at your life, and start truly living.
“Anyone wanna come get food to-go with me?”
“I’m gonna use the bathroom.” “I’ll come with you.”
Okay, sometimes it might be an exaggeration, but people of this generation like to go anywhere with someone by their side. I get it; there can be anxiety of sitting alone or showing up to some event by yourself. Lately though, I notice people waiting for their food alone. I feel bad seeing someone sit by themselves. Their cell phone is their company. They scroll through their Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook feeds for companionship and to make sitting alone feel a little less lonely.
I feel a little conflicted when talking about this. I am so invested in including anyone who sits alone, always asking if they want to join my friends and I. But, if you think about it, a lot of friends sitting together also look at their phones rather than enjoying the physical people sitting next to or across from them. What would the difference be from sitting alone on your phone to sitting with others also on their phones? I think my friends are super good about this, appreciating the company around them, rather than reading about the lives of others via social media. Yeah, sometimes we’re on our phones when the conversation dies down, or if we want to show our friends something we saw online or a picture we have.
I’ve just been thinking about it. We get a anxious to some degree when we have to go places alone, but everyone uses their phone. What is there to say about loneliness or going it alone if people always look to their phone to keep them company?
Why talk about this, you ask? I want this culture to change. We are a generation that is addicted to social media; we cannot go anywhere without knowing our phone is charged or having Twitter to check when things feel awkward in real human conversation. Real human conversation, who knew it might feel awkward sometimes?! I guess my point is, and I know I’ve written about it before, but live in the moment, seriously. Embrace the awkwardness; it’ll make for a memory. That tweet about your favorite TV show or about someone needing a nap will be there to read when dinner is over.