Sunday, August 3, 2014

Things That Are Weird: Asthma

Asthma is the weirdest thing. I have a very mild form of exercise/allergy induced asthma, and let me tell you, it's crazy. I can't imagine what it's like to have a worse form.

It's like your body just decides it doesn't want to breathe anymore.

Totally crazy right? Goes against every survival instinct.

"Let me just get clogged up and dump mucus into your lungs. We don't need those, we can survive without them! Oh wait..."

Exercise is healthy, good for you right?

"Oh no, exercise? Let me just totally rebel against this form of healthy living. It's abuse! You don't get to exercise. I'll stop you! There, you can't breathe! Hahahaha....!" *dies*

Similar reaction to the presence of allergens.

Maybe a little less dramatic. And it's a lot less funny. But no less ridiculous.

Hey, human body? Please don't do that. Keep breathing! Even if I decide to take a jog.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

A Letter I Wrote

*this was a letter I wrote a year or so ago to someone who meant a great deal to me. This person is known to my blog as February (see Vulnerability).*

There are moments in a person's life that they never want to forget. Moments so precious that they warm your heart for weeks afterward. You gave me one of those. Never before has someone done what you did. You held me when I was sad, and when I tried in some playful way to push you away because that's what I do, you just stayed until I was better. That meant the world to me.

When I said "you're it" you said "I don't care"and that touched me like nothing else. Never before have I known someone who understood that sometimes you can't fix what the problem is but sometimes it's enough to be held by someone who cares. Sometimes that little bit is enough. Never before have I been accepted and cared for like that. I'm so closed off about what I really worry about because I'm so tired of people trying to fix it, every time. But if there's people like you it there then I think it may not be such a bad thing to open up a little about what's important. You do leave an impression don't you.

Sometimes it's enough to just listen, to just be present, and no one seems to get that, but I think you do. You made it over my walls simply by not allowing me to push you aside like everyone else. I can't even express the gratitude I feel just because of that, though you may not have thought much of it since then.

You may never read this but thank you for showing me that not everyone tries to fix a problem. Not everyone is like that. Thanks for showing me a better way.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Child's Fingers

When I grasp my hands together tightly, fingers interlaced, they feel small. And fragile. I open them and raise them above my face. They have childlike proportions-very small, short fingers, though the long nails help them look older. They are a child's hands, a little girl grasping for attention. "Mommy, mommy!" As I look, I see my truest weakness and deepest desire-to be loved. I have only ever wanted to be loved, to feel cherished by those I care for so deeply. You'd never know though. I'm good at hiding what I feel. On the outside, I am collected, mature. But within, a child, desperately grasping at her loved ones, hoping for affection and not knowing how to show the love she feels. It's not very fair to expect so much and give so little-does that make me bad? No, I hope. Just young. Young and growing in a world that offers the opposite of what she needs. And though she has two Fathers to guide her, a mother, church leaders, still she rebels for the sake of love. But she is strong enough to end it when the one she gave all to turns out to not be what she needs. The pain is deep but she's growing, I hope. And maybe on the day when love isn't all her focus, she'll find it. She'll learn to really express it. She'll grow up. And though she'll always have a child's hands, at least she won't be a child inside.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Three Ways

In the past week or so, I've been through a lot. And there are three people who really helped me make it through. This was a hard time, and there are very few people that I trust, that I talked to. And these three helped in ways that I think everyone needs.

The first listened. She let me cry and talk it out. She allowed me to let out all my pent up emotion and hurt. She simply listened. This is so important. Today it seems most people don't listen. Rather than empathizing, they try immediately to fix the problem. They try to tell you what you're doing wrong. They judge your problem and give solutions-which can be helpful, but not all the time, and not usually for me. This person-my mother-listening to me meant a lot, because it's so rare today.

The second person didn't judge me. My best friend allowed me to simply be. With what happened, I was so afraid to open up, because it was the result of a decision I made. It would have been easy to judge, and I was scared they would. But this friend did not. She heard me out and didn't judge, like another might have.

The third protected me. I say protected, but it was kind of joking. He said he'd beat up anyone who hurt me, but really the message was that he was there to protect my heart. That meant a great deal to me.

In a way, I suppose, these three things are kind of the same. Yet they are so different as well. Because the people were different, the places we were in, the place I was in.

I guess the point is that it means so much to have friends who stand behind you, people who you can trust. And though I don't trust easily, it's hard to lose my trust once it's been gained. In this situation, I learned of three people that I can truly trust, because of how they reacted to a person in need.

My challenge is this: be that person. Love without asking, without always having to fix the problems. Love by listening, by not judging, and by protecting. You'll win people's hearts. I promise.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Friday, July 25, 2014

Every Man's Estimation

What's this about?
Who are you and what's your purpose?
Such difficult questions for one so young
What's life all about?
It's about dreaming
It's about getting up after being knocked down again
It's about believing you matter because you do
Because every man's estimation is measured
In the eyes of himself
It's about loving when you're not
And being honest with yourself
Because who you are is not some piece of paper
And it couldn't fit on a million pieces of paper
Because how would you describe the feelings in a person's heart?
You are too complex for words
It's about understanding yourself without needing words
It's about finding that inner strength we call the soul
It's about saying "I won't quit"
It's about being you despite many voices telling you otherwise
And in the end, it's about me
What you do for me
And who you choose to be to make me love you
Sincerely,
The Future

Statue

I raise my arms up to the sky, exultant
Glorify in the beauty of the day and night
For me there is no other way
My life is to stay and honor
The earth the wind the rain the sky
And no one will break my upraised hands
Nothing can change my attitude of praise