I originally started writing this blog because a very good friend of mine suggested I make one for the purpose of following her...designing something beautiful and online journaling. Ok easy as pie right??? WRONG! So I made this beautiful blog (check) then I selected a the" follow" button for my friend (check) and now here comes the hard part.....JOURNALING. Actually writing about my life for millions of other people out there to read.( I will be lucky if I actually have people out there to read this) I figured if you..."The Readers" are going to take time out of your daily lives to read what I am writing, I mine as well put my heart and soul in each post that I do.
With that being said.....I'm struggling with how to put my all into this blog when all of me has been taken away. I'm honestly not sure who I am or who I have become. I consider myself to be a box of pasta. Yeah ok I know that is weird I have been told before my analogies are strange. Anyways.....You purchase the box of pasta and set it on the shelf... Over time, usage of the pasta takes place....for what ever pleasure the pasta is for...hunger....food fights...school projects....arts and craft etc.....they take take take until there is no more. Then all you are left with is an empty box that needs to be recycled, when most people throw it in the trash. Then that cycle is continued with the next box of pasta.
I don't think there are people out there who consider themselves boxes of store bought pasta. I can certainly guarantee that there are people in this world who feel empty...lost...angry...sad...angst...etc What happens when all these emotions hit you at once? When there is no one who seems to understand...no one to turn too...When you feel the only option is saying,"Slán/ Ciao /Bye?"
With that being said.....I'm struggling with how to put my all into this blog when all of me has been taken away. I'm honestly not sure who I am or who I have become. I consider myself to be a box of pasta. Yeah ok I know that is weird I have been told before my analogies are strange. Anyways.....You purchase the box of pasta and set it on the shelf... Over time, usage of the pasta takes place....for what ever pleasure the pasta is for...hunger....food fights...school projects....arts and craft etc.....they take take take until there is no more. Then all you are left with is an empty box that needs to be recycled, when most people throw it in the trash. Then that cycle is continued with the next box of pasta.
I don't think there are people out there who consider themselves boxes of store bought pasta. I can certainly guarantee that there are people in this world who feel empty...lost...angry...sad...angst...etc What happens when all these emotions hit you at once? When there is no one who seems to understand...no one to turn too...When you feel the only option is saying,"Slán/ Ciao /Bye?"
Well I am Not a box of pasta! I am a living, walking, breathing human being who has feelings and emotions. I am finding my voice. After meeting a wonderful group of people, I now call my friends, I have taken a stand to say that Saying Slán/ Ciao /Bye Isn't An Option!
I hope that in my writing in this blog someone out there will realize that giving up on life, on the people fighting for you and most importantly on yourself is NOT AN OPTION. It's a battle I fight everyday. I hope in the near future, on this blog, I will be able to tell you "The Readers" exactly why I am in fighting this never ending war.
Thank you all very much for being patient with me! If you have comments or suggestions I am all open for such.
Wow, your a really really good writer, i can't believe this is your first post!
ReplyDeletePlease know this, you may have only just started your journalling story....but you've inspired one person already :-)