When I was younger, I always thought that a major accomplishment would be me just reaching a certain age, I saw adult life as a fun, happy life with childhood and adolescence being filled with rules and complications. Now that I’m reaching those milestones, I have to say that I’m not that much happier or free than I was maybe 10 years ago. There was always a huge uncertainty when it came to adult life, how did the bills get paid, why do you have to work such long hours, how do you buy all the things you’d like to have etc…and my mother tried her best to explain that everything is hard, the way you deal with it is by first realizing that it won’t be easy.
I’m trying to apply that to my life now, looking for an apartment, finishing up school, trying to be content, it’s all so foreign to the idea I had that my life would be at this age. I was going to be okay by now, I would have gotten over my past, had my degrees, going into practice, finishing up my book, writing poetry for all the world and loving harder than the sun shines bright….but things don’t always go as you plan. The best you can do, hypothetically is move forward, when the pieces fall apart you can pick the pieces up again if you can find any, or create an entirely new illusion with pieces of the puzzle you remember.
On Friendship. Sidebar.
I’m pleased that I have found a few friends that I can relate to and share my innermost thoughts with, I was beginning to believe that friendship was completely one sided and only lasted up till the person you were friends with had moved on from that particular problem that you were helping them with. What kills me is that I know so many people but they don’t know me, that I love so many people and they don’t know my middle name. Sad really, but reality is sad and grimey and constant and bland and for the most part slightly amusing.
Growing up, loving, hating, being, changing, seeing, seeking, conforming….it’s hard, we can either deal with it or run away from it now and deal with it later.
Lux 
“I’m pleased that I have found a few friends that I can relate to and share my innermost thoughts with, I was beginning to believe that friendship was completely one sided and only lasted up till the person you were friends with had moved on from that particular problem that you were helping them with. What kills me is that I know so many people but they don’t know me, that I love so many people and they don’t know my middle name. Sad really, but reality is sad and grimey and constant and bland and for the most part slightly amusing.”
This describes me to a tee (although I don’t have a middle name) 😛 In some cases, I feel I’m still clinging to very one-sided friendships, or with people who will only maintain friendship for as long as I listen & help, or I play a certain role (the token girl, the cheerful one, etc etc) and less when I myself have trouble. but the few that are not one-sided sustain me like none other. And I keep meeting amazing people. for instance, I’d like to get to know you better ❤ hope you don’t mind all of my commenting.
also, re: growing up: so true. One lecturer said it well– if you have a set, concrete idea of where your life is going to go, planned out step-by-step, you’d better be ready to change your plans. month by month, my path adjusts & changes. I have faith that we’ll all manage to reforge our roads & move on, though 🙂
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“The art of compassion.”