I want to let you in on a little secret: I have never made a New Year’s resolution. Not ever. Before this year, I haven’t really seen the point. I mean, it’s just a day. January 1st doesn’t automatically bring new beginnings. You, as an individual, are the agent of change in your own life. And I hate to break it to you, but midnight has only been known to transform fairytale characters and as far as I know, I’m not living in a fairytale. At least, that is what I used to think. I now realize that this is a rather cynical view to have on the whole holiday, so I resolve to change that. Change is hard. It’s as simple as that. So maybe when the whole world wakes up with the resolve to change something in their life, it gives people the push they need to do the same to their own life. The New Year stands for an act of solidarity among strangers, as a beacon of hope that you too can change, that you too can be happy. It is a fresh start, a new year of making memories and mistakes, of learning and living and being happy. So I resolve to let the spirit of the New Year take me over. There. I did it. My very first resolution!
May you be happy this coming year. Genuinley, intensely, consistently happy.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the relationships I have in my life. In the past four years I’ve lived in three different places and soon I’ll be moving again. One part of me, the adventurous side, loves the movement. There’s something so refreshing about picking up your pieces and starting somewhere new. The other part of me, however, is getting tired of spreading myself so thin. It’s hard to make meaningful relationships with other people when you only know them for a short period of time. So I find myself trapped in this limbo of wanting to make new relationships while at the same time feeling like I’ve already exhausted that capacity. When I feel torn like that, I tend to shut down and I no longer try to foster relationships past or present. And I realize that is a really negative way to think about my life. Instead of feeling spread across different places, I should feel lucky that I have had the chance to meet so many beautiful people in so many different places. I am grateful for the people in my life. I really am. And the most important thing for me to do is to tell these people that I love them. That they are special. And that they have changed me. So that is what I am going to do. I am going to sit down and write one letter a day to every person that has made a difference in my life. Because I might not get that chance again.
“Some say I’m too sensitive but the truth is I just feel too much. Every action, and every energy goes straight to my heart”
I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to travel a fair bit in my life for such a young age. The thing that I love about travelling is that you get to meet so many different places. I find it fascinating to experience the different personalities of cities around the world. Each place I’ve been to has left a certain mark on me, a memory. Travelling is exotic. And I think a longing for travelling is natural feeling for many people. So it’s quite easy to fall in love with a city far away. The more difficult task really is falling in love with your own city. Sometimes we feel stuck in a monotonous life and we no longer notice the nuances of the place we live. On these days I always dream of travelling to somewhere new and exciting, an escape from my ordinary life. But that is no way to live. We should not feel the need to travel to take a break from our lives. Every moment is a part of your life whether it’s in the heart of New York or on an acreage in the rural suburbs. One should not be more exciting, more real, than the other. So it is with this mindset that I look upon the city that I am living in now. Though it is a transitional stepping stone in the path of my life, I want to look upon this place with new eyes. I want to find the quirks of this city, because every place has its quirks. Is every day going to be an adventure? Hell no. But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.
Categories: Inspire, Lifestyle
Tags: adventure, Blessed, change, city, Daily Interactions, inspiration, Love, positive, The Little Things, travel
“Every person has moments in their life that define who they are. These experiences hold the power to change our lives forever. When you look back on your life, how many times can you say ‘that’s the moment that it all changed'”
I recently had to compose a digital story for one of my English classes and the above sentences were the opening lines. It was inspired by my recent reflections on my life. Lately I’ve been thinking about my life and how it has come to be. I often wonder about the exact moments in my life that led me to where I am today, because every day we make decisions. Tiny, insignificant decisions, but eventually those choices begin to add up, and compile, until we find ourselves at a completely different place than we were a year ago. And I’ve come to realize that every moment has grand significance. I want to be so aware of each moment as they are happening and although it might sound cliche, I want to live every moment as if it were my last. x.
I’ve had one of those evenings that is just so full of overwhelming emotion. But the good kind of emotion. I was watching So You Think You Can Dance and as usual it moved me to tears. Actually that’s an understatement, more like it moved me to full on ugly crying.
The dance starts at 1:00, but I encourage you to watch the first minute because the story demonstrated through the dance beautiful. The composition was inspired by the events at Boston, but the group focused on all of the positive aspects of the tragedy, the altruism and the kindness of those who helped in the aftermath.
I was really struck by this concept. Sometimes it can be so saddening when you hear of all the tragedies that plague our world today. It’s even more discouraging when you feel like there’s nothing you can do about it. But that’s not true, there is always something. No matter how small the act, do not feel it is not enough. It truly is the little things that have the greatest magnitude.
Music,dance, words, these are the things that tend to inspire me the most. I thank the dancers who choreographed and performed this dance. The story coupled with Bon Iver’s “I Can’t Make You Love Me” makes this piece exquisitely heartbreaking.
I want to do so much and be so much. There’s just so much in life I wish I could do. I wish I could paint, or sing, or draw, or decently play an instrument. I want to do these things to inspire myself or in hopes to inspire someone else, so it’s kind of disheartening when I realize I’m not great at any of these things. I am aware you don’t have to be great to do something as long as it makes you happy that’s all you need, but there’s something inside me that keeps whispering ‘you’re meant to do something great’ then I think of the one thing that I may actually have the potential to be be great at: writing. Not the kind of writing that has a rubric and a rigid structure to follow, not the kind of writing for grading, but the written work of pure imagination. Words that can take you away to a different world where anything is possible. Words that create a new reality. Words are what inspire me. They can be sung in lyrics, spoken by mouths or written on a page it doesn’t matter words are what inspire me and I’m going to do whatever it takes to write the words that are inside my head. It doesn’t matter if I’m the only person who will ever read them, they will be given life on a page. That’s all that matters, giving life to the words inside your head.
“Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic” ~Albus Dumbledore