When you’ve been let down a lot, the only thing you’re able to develop during those disappointments is an art—a skill. Some people might think you’re crazy for doing such thing, or they might frown upon it just because there’s more conventional things you could be doing to pass your, precious precious time.
Eh, but when life’s been kicking you in the derrière… you can only take it for so long before you give yourself a good look in the mirror and quietly ask yourself, is it you or me? Am I gonna let you, yes YOU takeover my life. Or… is it gonna be ME that stays to fight it knowing I’ll feel a lot better when this all settles into remission.
When you chose the latter, that’s when the art of getting by comes into fruition. It’s kind of like creating a barrier, but instead of you using it as a barrier… you chose to let things happen as they are. Knowing you, as a human being isn’t the one running things here. So while you wait for this horrible and dreary moment in your life to settle. You just get by, in your own little fathomable way… that’s not hurting you or the people around you. But simply, letting you carry on doing your thing and giving you the courage to hope and that better things will be coming around.
WATCH IN HD! Here’s another trailer I made.
WATCH IN HD!
Here is a trailer I made for one of my stories.
One day, while I’d been riding in the car. Outside my window, I see a flock of birds flying in the sky. But they’re flying together, matching each other’s rhythm, movements, and I’m amazed. I’ve never seen anything so synchronized in my entire life.
The birds were like dancers; working together and effortlessly in sync. While at the same time they’re doing something that all of us humans can’t do, which is… fly.
So, that’s why I say birds are the real dancers.
Is my island home really waiting for me?
I doubt it. Wait, I don’t—I don’t know. I wish there was just a place where everything settled on okay.
Relationships will be okay not broken.
Fitting in will be okay not hard.
Having complete faith in knowing I’ll be okay, and not be defeated.
But… just when I think everything’s going okay, it’s not. Don’t worry, I don’t try to have high expectations for things when they have the potential of disappointing me. And nothing’s perfect. Nothing’s ever perfect.
But will I ever find that home? My island home where I’ll feel welcomed and complete inside and out. Where things won’t be perfect, but okay… cuz they’ll just have to be. Yet, I’ll be happy and secure.
I… I don’t know.