Archive for March, 2014


Food for Thought

Got this from a friend of mine..

Even though sometimes the world seems about six sizes too small for our pain, the amazing shit is that no matter how deep purple the bruise is, no matter how dark and overwhelming and miserable and worthless it all seems the world will get a fraction of an inch bigger every day.

Really, every fucking day.

And you won’t notice it for a long time until suddenly, one day, it’s only five times too small for your pain and then four and then the world will just keep getting larger and larger in comparison to your shattered heart and eventually it will be able to hold it and then it will outgrow it.

And your pain will be just a speck in your world.

It is supposed to feel like the end of the world right now. That is how you know that it was worth it. That is why it was one of the relationships that shook your core and after which you will never be the same. That is how you know that you are growing up and are experiencing shit rather than living safely in risk-free choices.

The world is supposed to feel as though it is ending and you are supposed to know only in the most dormant recesses of the backmost corner of your soul that it will not be like this forever.

You are supposed to feel acutely and lucidly that everything is over that your purpose for life is worthless and that not even cheesy pasta and molly ringwald movies are going to make you smile, and you are supposed to know opaquely and elusively and abstractly that everything is not over and that your purpose in life is so much huger than you can ever imagine and is still saturated with value and that you will eat pesto and read Stephen Dunn and live in Manhattan and have stacks of waffles at corner diners with girlfriends and spend inordinate amounts of money on bath products and sunbathe on the roof reading trashy novels and you will will will will will will will love again.

That is what you are supposed to think.

I cried hysterically for months. I wept so much that I had stewardesses on planes ask me if I needed oxygen, I had waitresses refuse to serve me, I had strangers approach me with offers of help.

Then I stopped.

Then I started again and stopped again and started again and then stopped for good…

… I promise you will survive, and with more grace than you can now imagine and that you will have more grit and vision because of it.

Moral: Sometimes someone can crack open something that feels very safe and make you unreasonably vulnerable: you will live to tell the story of this shock.

You have to surround yourself with life that brings out what you like about yourself, not what’s easy. It’s impossible to do sometimes, but it’s something to strive for.

Semangat Ine! You can do it! Don’t let someone who doesn’t deserve, ruins your beautiful life!

I Don’t Know …

 

“And I never knew at that age, in my 20s, that “I don’t know” is actually a legitimate answer that you’re allowed to say. You’re allowed to say, I don’t know, and you’re allowed to ask for as much time as you need until you do know. And if somebody doesn’t wanna give you that time, they’re allowed to leave. But you’re allowed to sit with your I don’t know. And I never sat with it because it was uncomfortable. Nobody likes that place. And so I always said yes. Oh, sure. Let’s move in together, let’s get married, let’s buy a house, let’s do all this stuff that I was sort of half yes, half no.” – EG

How?

I don’t understand..

How forever turns into a few short months that you would do almost anything to get back.

How you can let go of something that once you can’t live without.

How even though you know something is best for you, it just hurts the same.

How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare.

How people makes promises despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken.

How people can erase you from their lives just because it’s easier than working things out.

How?

There is always.. always something to be grateful for,even in your so-called-rainy days:
1. Endless love and support from your family.
2. Back-ups from your besties.
3. A job that you’ve always been dreaming of and you’re still in love with it.
4. Colleagues who eventually become your closest friends.
5. Brussels and Milan trip this year.
6. Even for small yet big things like.. You get a chance to wake up everyday, you can sleep in your comfort bed, you can eat well, you’re still be able to laugh and feel stronger each day!

You don’t feel anything less.

Alhamdulillah.. God is good 🙂