A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down. ~Arnold Glasow
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. ~William Blake
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves
I feel that as people we always want to be apart of a larger community even to the detriment of our individual characters. By no means should a person strive to cause dissent wherever she goes, but she should have the strength to show her inner-self despite how others may take it.
I find it hard to believe that around this time last year death happened.
He came in calmly, slowly introducing himself in bits and pieces.
He was the chill caused by the snippy words shared between “friends”.
He was the rage that coursed through lovers yelling over a minor misunderstanding.
He was the force that crushed the internal organs of a son and friend.
He was the glare shared between now nemeses.
At a time of rebirth, he brought decay, yet here I am a year later and everything has come back full circle.
The permanent loss of a childhood friend stings where before its shock numbed.
His said name no longer feels empty but is bursting full of memories.
Old love rises from the ashes of the past and lovers revisit feelings that once were.
Shreds of friendship torn apart are taped back together.
Its old form never truly regenerating, but another more engaging piece springing forward.
A collage of anger, and hurt glued together with forgiveness.
I find it easy to believe that this year life happened.
When did death happen to you?
As soon as she said this, the thought that immediately came to mind was “As opposed to what?” Was she trying to imply that I was fat before?
Anyway being myself, I asked her what she meant, and she stated that she felt that I looked thinner than before; that I looked good. I thanked her, made small talk then went on my way.
As I was walking, I thought to myself, “How ironic.”
Earlier that day I had lamented about how thin I had gotten. I mourned the loss of my bust and the shrinking of my “figure”. While I had been disappointed with my weight loss someone else had seen it and had wanted to celebrate it with me.
I guess the point I’m trying to reach is that everything is about perception; For every negative there is a positive.
So, while I mourn my boobs, I should celebrate my face slimming down. Because while I hadn’t been “big” my face had been chunky, unbearably round. So no longer will I look at the glass as half-empty. Nope, it is now half-full.
Have you ever found irony in life?
For most of my childhood till the end of my high school career I would average about 4 books per day. 4 Harry Potter sized literature pieces daily..
I was learned, smart, witty…
I can keep on going but I’m being humble. Yet, oddly, once I entered university it all came to a stand still. I continued to read but for class-it wasn’t the same. The time I did get for leisure felt hurried and marred with poor book choices.
I only just returned to my reading ways and I’m starting to feel complete. Sure I’m not reading the huge tomes like back in the day, but the little that I do read for leisure allows me to look at things differently. And for that I’m glad.
Hello, my name is Simpli and I am a bookworm.
What are your experience with reading??? How has it changed over the years??