Four months in, and these days are a blur. Every single day, faster than the previous one.
Time going so fast that I never completed my NYC blog post. I just posted the draft, since I will not finish the post. Figured I would let it be live on the Internet, instead of collecting dust in my draft posts.
Why not, right?
Another year in the books. I know it’s cliché and all, but wow how time flies. I feel like it was just yesterday that I was in school, working part-time and trying to figure out what I wanted to do in life.
Years later, here I am. As I type this up, I can’t help but look back at what could have been. All the opportunities, all the moments that these past 7-8yrs have provided. There have been ups, and there have been downs, but throughout it all, I’ve managed to keep my head afloat, eyes forward.
The person I am today has been shaped and molded by these life experiences, and I am grateful for them. I may not have thought this is where I was going to be, but it’s where I need to be.
Onwards and upwards, 2017.
The creative adult is
the child that survived.
Just saw this quote on my social media feed. Had to share.
Long days, short nights.
I long for us to be together.
I miss your soft embrace, your tender touch.
I miss you, bed.
Been so busy with life’s twist and turns that I’ve neglected this place.
Been meaning to get back and write something, anything, but I’m only drawing blanks here. It’s an empty, white page that only gets whiter the more I squint.
But don’t mistaken that for loneliness or sadness. I’m just devoid of thoughts at the moment.
And maybe that’s a good thing.
Everything is moving so fast. I feel like I’m barely in control, like I’m barely holding on.
But what am I holding on to?
Am I holding on to the past? Am I holding on to something that never was and never will be?
I get close, and then I feel the distance growing. I feel progress, only to see it crumble the day after. I see the hints, the body language. What is it? Why must it be this difficult to just be..together?
So enough is enough. I refuse to accept this. Refuse to lose my anchor point.
Take a leap of faith, jump through the air, feel the cold breeze brush against your face as you descend to the ground. Feel the ground gently grasp your feet. Step. Walk. Hand in hand. I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go.
Because I refuse to accept this. Refuse to lose my anchor point.
And that was that.
On the next one.
They’re beautiful, aren’t they?
Stars.
No one ever takes the time to look up anymore.
They’re beautiful.
O Salutaris Hostia
Quae caeli pandis ostium.
Bella premunt hostilia;
Da robur, fer auxilium.
Father where do you go
So far out upon the sea
When are you coming home
To me
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