my sister told me i should write something happy; que this post.
it’s become quite easy for me to revert to a rather negative perspective, but that’s something i’ve already gone into and will continue with. i can best sum it up with one quote: “it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.”
maybe you know some about me from this blog but i want to take this oppurtunity to share more.
i consider myself a relatively happy person and i have many reasons to be happy.
i have been blessed with people who truly care about me and that is more than i could ever ask for.
there are specific things that ignite more joy in me than the average.
i love pictures. of anything really. i look at the pictures i take on a daily basis and value them more than any materialism in my life. i like to see other people’s lives captured from across the states settling in my own lap. i like seeing how people change over time. i like how for a moment we could freeze a memory and a photo can take us back. i’m a fan of nostalgia, so maybe that’s why i love my camera.
i love music and i believe it has healing powers. i don’t sleep at night without it, i don’t start my day without something ringing in my ears. i crave music. of any and all sorts and my library is quite varied; some people have found it comical. i don’t think it’s possible to feel completely alone in life because if all else fails we still have the music. people may come and go (there’s a song for that) but people will also keep writing lyrics and for that i am grateful.
i love people. a lot, a lot. i am both intriqued and completely irritated with humanity. i am interested in people who have been successful and those who feel like failures. i want to know why people believe what they do and what they think of themselves and others. i like to talk to people. i like honest people, straightforward ones who don’t sugarcoat things. i like to see people get mad about things they care about and fight for themselves. i can trust those people easily. with every person i meet i learn more about myself. that’s important.
i love writing. so much. when i write i feel alive. because even if i am writing about darkness or sadness or whatever i may be feeling, it becomes beautiful on paper. writing helps me cope with things, it helps me process things and promotes a lot more thinking. i am me when i write. i feel most honest and real. i hate having to explain myself to people and sometimes i just want to hand them one of my journals because i think that would clear up everything. i can only explain myself in writing. this is me. maybe slightly pessimistic, but aware of the darkness and trying to make something beautiful of it. i think of writing as my lifeline. it’s carried me through everything. i always go to it and have for the longest time, just naturally. if i could give anyone advice on anything it would be to write. don’t hold back and don’t be afraid of the words that may gather on the page. writing is good. so good. i will spend the rest of my life writing and that is a fact.
so that’s my happy; just a sliver of it. what’s yours?