I was rendered speechless the first time I watched this poem by Patrick Riche. I feel for this boy and so many others who frow up with abusive alcoholics in their families. This is a highly sensitive subject to touch upon and I’m incredibly impressed by this performance.
Thank you Patrick, for sharing such a powerful collection of words and giving us a poem that is truly important.
I’m a strong believer in that happiness attracts more happiness and it has been like that lately for me. No life is perfect, and I’m not trying to say that mine is, but who in their right minds want perfect?? When you really think about it, what would be left to live for if everything was perfect? Nothing to strive for. Nothing to dream about. The perfect life would then be imperfect, and I’m glad that it’s an unrealistic reality.
But some days are truly perfect. Everything doesn’t have to go like you planned and still there are these tiny moments that makes that day so perfect it could possibly be. Like meeting an old friend that you’ve missed. That night when you kiss your crush for the first time. Or maybe just that day when you got unexpected life changing news! That day came for me today. I’m not going into details on the news because it’s really not that interesting or exciting for anyone else really, but that tiny bit of news is life changing for me. It has brought an extra amount of laughter and smiles all day long and my dreams and goals are getting closer and closer.
I’ve stopped looking for the key to happiness a long time ago. Happiness is what I want it to be. I’m already in the land of happiness and I’m exploring it and loving the journey!
Want to tag a long on the ride? Just smile 🙂
I’ve had a personal diary since 1998. I was eleven at the time and had just read The Diary of Anne Frank for the first time. My father took me on a trip to Amsterdam where I got to see her house. Her story and that diary touched me in a way that books rarely do. It was so personal and so moving. To read someone else’s diary is something you rarely get the opportunity to do, and to get the inside look of a little girls life in the middle of such a cruel war is heartbreaking and mesmerizing at the same time.
I had already discovered my love for writing long before 1998, but Anne Frank inspired me to put my most personal thoughts down on paper. For many years I wrote down my joys and my sorrows. Every exciting news and every heartache. I wrote about my dreams and my goals. At around the age twenty I stopped writing. I can’t really explain why, but I did miss it. That private and quiet moment where I could go through my thoughts and my memories.
So last year I started writing a personal diary again. When feeling like I had fallen into a black hole, when everything was turned upside down, I grabbed my pen and I put it all down on paper. It was brutal and it hurt, but it was also a relief. A way of coping and learning. I got to know myself a little more by daring to admit my fears and my mistakes. My dreams are still many and I write them down as I go along.
I don’t think writing a diary is for everyone, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I’ll be writing for my own sake for the rest of my life. Not so much to document what happens in my life, but because it makes me a happier and more balanced person. Maybe it’s even somewhat therapeutic.
They will be the real story of my life, the way that no one but me can tell. Totally honest.
I came across thist strong and beautiful poem today and just had to share it with you guys. Always love yourself! Love yourself enough to know when it is time to let go of the things in your life that doesn’t make you happy!
I’ve always had somewhat of a fear of being alone. That’s why I never stayed single for long and tried to have people around me most of the time in the past. But the past couple of years that has changed significantly. I’ve pondered over this as my love for being in my own company grew bit by bit and I’ve come to the conclusion that in my case it has to do with confidence. While I built up my confidence and started to really love myself, flaws and all, I started to enjoy my own company much more. The thought of being alone isn’t as frightening anymore and this combined with an irrational fear of relationships keeps me single and quite comfortable.
Do I want to share my life with someone?
Well, of course!
Do I stress the issue?
Not by far. It’ll happen when it happens.
And to have that thought comfortably in mind is quite a new thing for me and I’m exploring it to the fullest.
Yesterday I walked around in the city for almost an hour while listening to an audio book. I saw much of the city in a way I haven’t seen before.
I’ve done dinner and a movie on my own company. Going home to bed wasn’t as exciting, but I wasn’t disappointed either.
Today I went looking for furniture by myself. I enjoyed walking around in IKEA, planning how my next home is going to look like, touched upon the feeling of being the only one to do the decision making. It felt nice!
I do look forward to the future that is coming my way. Because now that I am comfortable, when I love myself for who I am, now I am finally in a place where I go for all that is good for my body, mind and soul. I’m very (probably annoyingly) optimistic about the future!
Easter is going to be a lot of writing and some good red wine. Some in company of good friends, but mostly in the company of the ginger that I have come to respect and love.
So I encourage you to enjoy your own company more often. Not by sitting at home by yourself, but by doing things you normally don’t do alone. You might be surprised 🙂