It’s been a while since Daniel and I have written a blog and we are long overdue (as usual). With the new season and a booked schedule, it is hard to maintain a steady flow of blogs. Life is hectic and provides almost 0 time to write a decent blog. I’m sure Daniel would whole heartedly agree with me.
Long gone are the bikini-clad weather, the short shorts, and sun-kissed skin (for the most part) and hello rust-colored leaves, gloomy days, and busy schedules. Summer, you were good to me, but I have to say goodbye. There was the bad; there was the good, but what I will remember most is how things changed. You paved the way for a new and better season.
A couple days ago, a friend and I parked next to the airport in the middle of the night, watching the incoming planes land and the departing planes fly into the distance. In less than two weeks, she will be saying so long to Sacramento and moving to a new city and moving on to a new life.
Aren’t you scared? Well, yea, but I have to do it. It’s scary, but it’s exciting. Isn’t that what life is about?
Courage. I felt scared shitless for her, but her courage is something that I admired. I knew how it felt and I knew soon I would be in the same position. We talked about life, careers, people, friends, loved ones, the past, the future, and everything in between.
Do you think so and so will get married? I wonder where I will be at that age. I don’t want to end up like that: unhappy with no more aspirations. But are they happy?
Why do good things happen to bad people? What do bad things happen to good people?
We couldn’t find the answers.
Every single day, a person comes into your life. Every single day, you lose a person. It could be figuratively or literally. For the first time in my life, this summer, I experienced the loss of loved ones. And I don’t mean the “Goodbye. see you later.” I mean the, wow, I really won’t see them again in this lifetime. I never knew/realized how temporary things could be. So with that in mind, I always think: why do people still have so many issues with each other? Don’t they know that some day, that person may not be there anymore? What makes sense can lose it’s meaning.
Now, I admittedly forget the fragility of everything.
I’m not perfect. I am a Virgo. I am shy and fickle. I overly criticize myself and others, am always late, always feel the need to control things, care too much, and can never make up my god-damned mind. But I mean well.
But I know what I don’t want to be remembered as. What do you want to be remembered as when your life is over (god forbid) ? The bitchy girl in your math class? The asshole who cheated on my best friend? The workaholic who didn’t care about anyone but herself? That hipster who had nice clothes, but had no self-respect?
“You may not be his/her first, his/her last, or her only. [S]he loved before [s]he may love again. But if [s]he loves you now, what else matters? [S]he’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if [s]he can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him/her and give her the most you can. [S]he may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but [s]he will give you a part of him/her that she knows you can break – his/her heart. So don’t hurt him/her, don’t change him/her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than [s]he can give. Smile when [s]he makes you happy, let him/her know when [s]he makes you mad, and miss him/her when [s]he’s not there.”
People are humans, too.