One Misinterpreted Life: 2011

Friendship is Hard

Sometimes I wish I had a good friend. A friend I can call on that night when the world feels like it's crumbling all around me. Or that day when my heart feels like an elephant just stepped on it. A friend that just wants to have lunch and catch up. A friend that offers to drive me to the airport. A friend to hang out with at the beach, or go shopping at the mall. A friend that knows when to give me space or take me to a fun place. Does that friend exist anymore?

Sometimes I wish I had a lot of friends. Sometimes I ask myself why don't I have friends. Maybe I do have friends but I just don't know it. Maybe other people view friendship differently. Maybe I expect to much out of friendship. Should I lighten up and open up to more people. It's hard to open up when I know they have no desire or the ability to understand where I have been. They have no desire to listen to my ideas, my dreams, my passions. They just want someone to party with or someone to cry to, to listen to their drama and to hear their complaints. Maybe I am not reaching out the right way or to the right people. I have plenty of acquaintances. I know people all over the country, in all walks of life. Am I opening the door to the wrong people? Friendship shouldn't be so hard.

Two Lights

A connection that unites two lights throughout life. Brief encounters that flicker in my mind reveal no actual conversations about morals, religion, emotions, desires or even the world around us. Instead, all I recall is happiness, laughter, and an ease of knowing, another made from the same mold. This indubitable likeness would live on without commitment, or even contemplation because it was destiny. Both were on a path, a light to bring to life, a twinkle of happiness to spread, a belief that the world could be made better, and the belief that there was time to explore before the edge between greatness and death. The edge that came on an unexpected night that creeps into my mind at peculiar times. The tears well up in my eyes and fall shamelessly to the ground. The world may never know how precious the light that went dark that night.

Squish and Goals

The squish of mud between your toes; the frog looks at you as to say "Where do you think you're going?" And where am I going?

Amphibian motivated goals:
Write every day
Eat healthy
Visit a new country
Find like minded people
Show love without being a sucker