Passion

Many of us remember our teens, or are currently experiencing them. I remember having feelings that were so strong, so passionate that sometimes I couldn’t take it. I loved more, hated more, feared more, and was so unsure of how I could deal with the world around me.

But some of us forget. Some of us question why teens have to be so dramatic, and say their feelings are blown out of proportion. To that, I say – never treat someone else’s feelings as less than what they are. That is a quick way to lose their trust, make them question if they’re important, and hurt them. This doesn’t just apply to teens; you should never invalidate anyone’s feelings.

Passion, drama, love, unfairness, confusion, fear – it’s a huge mixed bag of emotions as people grow up. But a part of me thinks: What if we aren’t losing passion by growing up? What if we let ourselves lose it? What if it’s just so painful people let go? Perhaps that is why first loves feel so special; it’s when we’ve had almost no time to have our passion lessened.

I will try my best to keep passion in my life. I hope you do the same. Don’t just remember what you did as teens – embrace the memories and the feelings.

Christmas

Holiday cheer, all around!

Life is so hard. But I’m making it. Thanks to all the kind people out there who help others just because helping is something good to them, because I think I’m the recipient of some of that help. And I’m making it in life thanks to the support and care of my closest ones. Without them, I just wouldn’t have myself taken care of enough to help others. 

I’m not sure whether I’m on here to celebrate, to vent, or to simply say that I hope everyone out there had a moment recently where everything seemed fine, with no problems out there. I’m celebrating because this was the best Christmas of my life. I want to vent because I’m a naturally affectionate person, and being with my girlfriend in the presence of her family who, for the most part, are made uncomfortable by our affections… being in their presence is sort of training out our urges to be affectionate. I don’t want that to happen. When we’re both living on our own and independent, I don’t want it to be a cold household with little affection. That just doesn’t seem right to me. And I hope that everyone had that moment because, well… I know life isn’t perfect, and the world will never be 100% happy with how it is, in my opinion. But a moment where everything seems right… That’s a precious breather in this struggle to keep on going.

Thanks for listening, guys. Happy holidays. 🙂

A little thing about me: Sometimes I have the tendency to want to stay up late doing stuff for no particular reason. I’m not sure why. Maybe to keep the skill (staying up late without coffee) sharp, maybe to get things (like making blog posts!) done, etc. I don’t know, but eh. Life.