yesterday i thought to myself - man, this has been a very strange day. i don't know if i've had a day this strange for a while. so much reality in such a short span of time. but then the night came and i slept and a new day began.
i have to be completely honest, i've spent most of today thinking... good grief, this is a crazy day too. maybe this is the new norm. gee, i hope not.
i don't know why reality spurs so much emotion. so many people that i love and care about living out so many feelings. and then because i know them i get to feel bits and pieces of them all. it's strange, i don't mind feeling or having compassion while those around me feel. it's 'nice' to feel. is that too trite?
yesterday i felt loss through someone... for someone that i've never even met. and i cried. yesterday i felt fear for someone that i love a lot and followed it up immediately with compassion for the sadness that they felt for someone else. yesterday i felt a little alone because i wasn't sure who i could really describe all these combinations of feelings to. today i felt anxious because i knew that i wasn't ready for my day. today i felt frustrated because i wasn't sure that i could get all the various facets of my life to play nice. today i felt ashamed because i let some of my emotions get the better of me.
tomorrow means hope. so 'hopefully' tomorrow will be better.
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- robert frost
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- robert frost
About Me
- Marne
- i don't know how to answer a question like that... "about me". i guess by writing in this blog, i'm hoping that maybe i'll get to know a little more about me and who i have become/am becoming.
2 comments:
To love is to expose yourself to hurt, but to live is to love. One can only rid themselves of bad feelings by not allowing feelings into their life. We've all been anxious and hurt... but we've also risen to great heights of joy and contentment because we felt.
At birth and death we're equal,
The difference, as I've seen...
Is what we do as we travel through
The time here, in between.
AW, sounds like a strange day indeed.
Mel
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