Day 30, May 30th, Thursday: React to this term: Letting Go
Letting go equates acceptance. You cannot say you’ve let go of something or someone if you yourself know that deep down in your heart, it isn’t over yet. You haven’t forgiven yourself for the things you think you did wrong, you haven’t forgiven other people for the hurt they caused you, or you haven’t forgiven the situation itself. The words letting go vary from one person to another. Each one of us has our own hardships we suffer from, and it depends on ourselves how well we can quickly pass that stage. No matter how fast your mind wants to forget, letting go is not something that can be obtained overnight. It takes time, effort and the strong will to finally accept things as they are.
Why do we need to let go of things? It’s because it drags you down. Way, way down. You live each moment fully unaware how these bits of anger, fear, discouragement, anxiety, false hopes, and a lot more weigh you down. Aside from the fact that they make everything heavy, they block your vision from the things that can make you happy. Your time is wasted thinking of the same thing over and over again. What’s worse is you can’t do anything about it. You have to learn how to accept things. People will leave, circumstances change, and you have to expect the unexpected. Change is inevitable and acceptance is a choice many can’t afford to choose.
Letting go doesn’t mean you are weak . Sometimes it means that you are tough enough to embrace the changes life shows you. Just because you’ve finally let go doesn’t mean you no longer care about the things you once can’t get a day without thinking about. It just shows that you know by heart that you can’t have control over things. You know your limits and you’re more than willing to accept that.
You can’t live your life constantly looking back at the past. You can’t blame the present because of the things that happened in the past. Let go. Move on.
Pain will leave you, when you let go. ― Jeremy Aldana
Day 29, May 29th, Wednesday: Five songs or pieces of music that speak to you or bring back memories. Use Grooveshark or YouTube to include them in the post
The blog post title comes from the song Leave The Memories Alone by Fuel.
Music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in your or the world, that one song says the same, just like that moment. — Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)
Day 27, May 27th, Monday: A letter to your readers.
Dear awesome people,
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I don’t know how many of you guys actually read my blog, and why you even followed me in the first place. It’s nice to know that there you are… paying attention to the things that tickle my fancy. I know my page isn’t one of those oh-so-inspiring and knowledge-gaining blogs out there, but still you put up with this. It’s funny how no matter self-centered this blog can be, you’re more than willing to take a look at it. I may not be one of those brilliant writers out there, but I can guarantee you all the stuff written here are genuine to the point that you can see who I am in everything I write. I know I don’t make sense most of the time, but that’s because I just want to let it all out. I want you guys to know that whenever the page views increase, my heart skips a beat. hihihi. Cheesy?? not.. Thanks for sticking with me ever since I started writing here. I hope you all the best(est) blessings life has to offer.
God bless you and DFTBA!! ALWAYS.
The title comes from Keith Urban’s song, Thank You.
I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me. — Colleen Hoover (Hopeless (Hopeless, #1))
Day 26, May 26th, Sunday: Something you read online. Leave a link and discuss, if you’d like.
There’s this twitter account dedicated to the ever brilliant Sylvia Plath. This is definitely one of my favorites. Every single time there’s a new tweet, I can’t help but retweet it. I think I’ve done it to almost 75% of all that account’s tweets. Sometimes there were moments when I just feel like scrolling its page and reading each and every entry there is, and checking whether I’ve retweeted it. It’s like whatever’s written there was everything that I couldn’t put into words. I wish I could write like her. Long live, Sylvia Plath. You’ll forever be remembered.
Is anyone anywhere happy? — Sylvia Plath
Day 25, May 25th, Saturday: Something someone told you about yourself that you’ll never forget (good or bad).
Last year we were shooting for our Senakulo, a traditional Lenten play that recounts the life, suffering and death of Christ. I reckon you, reader, are familiar with that. Markii, a friend of ours volunteered to play the main role even though he’s no longer our classmate. What a nice guy. Bless his heart.
We were not in the same circle of friends when we were still in freshmen days, and I couldn’t remember how the topic went there when we were having our break. So he was telling us how those days he and his friends didn’t bother talking to me and AJ. We asked him why, and what he and his friends’ impressions of us were.
He gave us this really wide improbable grin and told us, “We thought if we’re gonna talk to you, you’ll just answer us with debits and credits.” And I must say, I was at loss on how to react on that. I didn’t know if that came to me as a compliment or as an insult. I just found myself laughing at what he said.
So yeah. I didn’t know we appear to others as hardcore nerds, though we usually strike conversations with people. We’re a little shy, yes. At first. But it never occurred to me that my actions can really be something different from other people’s perspective. Haha. I just can’t forget that. There’s nothing I can do, though. 🙂
I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy. — Richard Bach (Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah)
Day 23, May 23rd, Thursday: Things you’ve learned that school won’t teach you.
I’m not really good in making introductions so.. here’s a few things.
I’ve learned that..
- No matter how may friends I think I have, there will always be a time when I recognize myself as my own best friend.
- Being kind isn’t enough. I always have to be kinder. A lot of people are breaking and it’s something I cannot see instantly. Maybe my kindness might save someone’s life.
- Whatever I do — good, bad or anything in between, people will never run out of things to say.
- It’s easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
- The people who can hurt me the most are the ones I always find myself looking forward to be with.
- Even though how many times I’ve sworn not to lose strength, I just sometimes see myself shattering piece by piece.
- Time may not heal every single wound there is, but it helps me forget things one by one.
- Songs can be ten times as sad as it is when I’m gloomy.
- Even though I have this profound fondness of food, it doesn’t help when I’m deeply unhappy.
- I should never do things again on impulse.
- John is right. Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.
- I can be really friends with people even though they’re thousand, even million miles apart from me. That they care even more than the ones around me. That they don’t feel the need to sulk just because you don’t talk to them every day. That even though you don’t get to talk to them always, you’re with them in spirit.
- People may not understand me every now and then, and that I shouldn’t be a sullen bitch because I wasn’t born to please them.
- Writing and singing helps a lot.
- Everyone may leave, but God will never ever abandon me. This I know.
- I shouldn’t get easily affected by other people’s negative judgment. At the end of the day, what truly matters is if I’m happy or not.
The blog post title comes from Katy Perry’s song, Wide Awake.
The lesson I’ve learned the most often in life is that you’re always going to know more in the future than you know now. — Taylor Swift