I could hear them whisper
I don’t want it to be true
But I have to face reality
There’s nothing I can do
You touched our hearts
And now we cry
Streaming down our face
Our tears: eventually they’ll dry
The pain won’t disappear
Because it never truly does
The hole in my heart
Was so filled with your love
I can’t imagine how I’ll live
Without you by my side
But I know if you were here
You’d smile and say “you have to try”
You’d cock your head and
Look up at me with your big blue eyes
You’d say “live for me”
And I know my heart will never let you die
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve missed you all. The poem above, I wrote for a friend of mine who lost her 12 year old brother. He was the sweetest kid and I had never seen him without a smile on his face (no exaggeration at all). I haven’t given her the poem because well.. truthfully I don’t know if it’ll make her feel better or worse. Anyway, I’ll try to post more often.
As usual please leave comments and feedback.
Xoxo
Jenny
“Whatever you want to do, DO IT.
There are only so many tomorrows.”
Alright. I’m going to start off by explaining to you my OBSESSION with quotes. You may think I’m kidding, but nope. Dead serious. My phone gallery? Filled with pictures of quotes. My walls? Covered with quotes. I even have books dedicated to me writing quotes in them. Quotes make my life easier because when I need inspiration they’re ready to be of use. I need inspiration a lot….
Anyway back to this quote.. I am sorry I don’t know who said this originally, but I have so much admiration for whomever it was. Quotes are polytheistic, and this is one of the quote gods of all the peasant quotes. I’m kidding, but I’m also totally not.
This quote is telling you to get up. Go out there. And do what you’ve always wanted to do. LIVE your life. Make it count. Don’t die with regrets. Don’t die with a bucket list. And definitely die with a whole bunch of “what ifs.”
I hate to burst your bubble, and I apologize now if you’re one of those irrational people who are afraid of death, but everyone dies. Yes, listen closely, EVERY SINGLE PERSON, WHETHER THEY LIVE OR NOT, WILL DIE. I know.. you just read what was in caps lock and got so confused. How could they die if they didn’t live? I’m not saying they weren’t alive. They were. They may have even been here for over a hundred years, but maybe they didn’t live.
So I’m telling you right now. Get out there. Live your life. Because you are going to die. It may be another hundred years before you die, but hell. It could be tomorrow. The truth is, life is unpredictable. Nothing is promised and nothing is guaranteed. We just have to make the most out of it when we still have the chance to.
And don’t you dare argue with me about how when you “get out there, you could die” because I’m going to tell you right now that having “died skydiving” in your obituary is a hell of a lot cooler than “choked on asparagus.”
Hope you enjoyed this post! It’s a little goofier than my poems have been.. Leave me comments with feedback and your favorite quotes!!
He said “I love you,” but she smiled and walked away
She knew she couldn’t love him in that way
The fairy tales, they were never true
He said you can learn to love me, but can you let me love you?
Her sad smile told him all he needed to know
Her heart was broken, the pieces scattered like winter’s first snow
He picked up the pieces; he tried to mend them, make it whole
But all he had to show were bloody hands; he had failed his goal
As he walked away, he dropped the pieces, scattering them once more
Her heart was broken, and his hands were sore
She couldn’t take it. Her heart once again shattered
Anything that was left.. it no longer mattered
Random original poem by yours truly. Hope you all had a good first day of Spring!
As per usual, please leave feedback; any and all comments are welcome.
Thank you all for reading! Can’t wait to hear what you have to say!
Please keep in mind, I am in no way a professional writer/poet (unless you count the poem I had published when I was eight..), it’s simply an outlet for me.. so keep the criticism to the constructive level ❤
Sorry for the lack of posts the past week and that this post is going to be all over the place. Also, this topic might draw some contradiction, but hey.. it’s how I feel, so here we go:
So many people I know (I’m talking younger than 21) have been having babies and getting married. I mean that’s fine. They’re their lives. I’m in no position to judge them. If that’s what they want, by all means go for it. But what bothers me is when people ask me if I have a boyfriend and when I say no, they ask why not. “But you’re too pretty.. “too nice… “too athletic… to be single.” I’ve heard it all. I don’t always agree with it, but I’ve heard it. Point is, is being in a relationship really all I have to strive for?
I’m not in a relationship because I’m not one of those girls who needs to be in a relationship all the time. I’m not in a relationship because I’m not looking for a relationship right now. If I happen to stumble upon a guy with complimentary goals and standards and values and ideals as me then that’s all fine and great and dandy. Maybe I’ll date him, but maybe, maybe we’ll become really good friends instead and have an awesome relationship as friends. I know the idea is completely crazy, but that’s actually how I have some of my best guy friends. And I absolutely adore every one of them, but we’re better as friends.
Where do they find this many guys that they like??
So okay… maybe you think I have commitment issues. But let me explain this further. There are things in my life that I still want to accomplish. Things that have to do with me and accomplishing my goals.
One of those being my self image. I know I need to accept myself before I get in a relationship. I can’t just try to find, know, and embrace myself if I’m in a relationship. That’s the big one… only because it’s the one that I truly can’t do while in a relationship. The others I think can be argued.
Next is that I want to travel. I want to go everywhere and see everything. I’ve been to almost every state in the US, I’ve lived in five different places, and I’ve also been to a handful of countries outside of the US, but when I say I want to go everywhere, I mean it. Sure it would be fun to go with a significant other. When I get married (and I do hope to eventually), I hope my husband and I will travel. But there are some places I want to just go with my friends or by myself. There are a few things/places I want to do/go on my bucket list before I settle down. I don’t want to settle down and find my life slip away.
Lastly, I want to finish school. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but for those of you who don’t know, or are newer readers, I’m in a 6 year DPT program, studying physical therapy. At the end of the six years I will have my Doctorate of Physical Therapy (yes that’s what DPT stands for). I’m not saying I need to complete college and build my career before I have a boyfriend or anything. Just that I don’t want to settle down, get married, have a kid, etc. before I graduate.
If you’re in a loving relationship, have a kid, got married, whatever your life has in store for you, I wish you only the best of luck. This post in no way was meant to judge you or belittle you. It’s based solely off of my values and my life. It was only meant to be in respect to my life. If you can relate, I think that’s awesome, but if not, that’s okay too!
I hope that one day, I do find that guy that I want to spend the rest of my life with, but if that’s not today, it’s okay. That’s what I’m trying to say in this post. I don’t define myself by being in a relationship. If I find “the one” tomorrow, that’s great; if I find him in ten years, that’s great too… who knows, maybe I’ve already met him. But before I settle down, there are some things I still want to do, myself. And whoever he is, he’ll be okay with that. If he’s not, he’s definitely not “the one.” 😉
I’m sure by now you’ve all met at least one person who says that they have “no regrets.” None. Not one.
“No regrets? Not even one letter?”
This is me. No.. not in the picture. I mean someone who doesn’t believe in regrets.
It’s actually my life motto.
Okay.. I have a few others too, but this is one that I absolutely guarantee that I live up to, every single day.
Now I’m sure there is some skepticism behind this. Some of you are thinking, “what do you mean? How could you never have had a single regret?” So let me explain it to you:
I’d like to start by telling you that I have had regrets. It was years and years ago. I had regrets that I thought about constantly. Then one day I realized, why? Why was I going to let all of my silly mistakes – from my past – consume my life – in the present? That seems so illogical. Then one day I decided that it’s not worth it. There’s no point in consuming yourself and your life because of something in the past. There’s no point in thinking about it because you can’t go back and change it. There’s no such thing as a time machine yet, so it shouldn’t matter. If you regret things now, later you’ll regret having those regrets and letting them consume you; do you see how this could become circular?
Now I would like to clarify, this does not give you the right to be a complete jerk to everyone then say “Yo dude, no regrets! It’s in the past.” NO. Don’t pull a Rafiki.
…That’s not how it works. If it’s something that needs to be fixed, fix it. If you need to apologize, then apologize. By fixing it, by apologizing, you are bringing it into the present, and that is OK.
Another thing is that I’m not saying you should sit in your room day after day eating chips, watching TV, etc. Then say, “No regrets.” I mean if that makes you happy, by all means, continue. I’m sure you’re rocking those sweats and that messy bun. However, the idea of having no regrets is to not only not worry about things you can’t change, but also to change the things you can. If you want to go skydiving today, hell; go for it. If you want to become a zipline tour guide (yes.. my summer job) DO IT. Don’t let those opportunities pass you by. If you want something go for it. Maybe my examples are too extreme for you, so let me bring it down a couple levels and just say if you like someone, tell him/her. Don’t wait for him/her to figure it out. Chances are he/she could be waiting for you to figure it out. If he/she ends up with a different girlfriend/boyfriend, aren’t you going to wish you had told him/her how you felt? Cuz now you can’t. Don’t be a homewrecker. Basically, don’t put yourself in situations you will regret later, but don’t be afraid to take those chances. Take a risk. Challenge yourself everyday. Do something you’re afraid of.
My motto of no regrets is focused on moving on from things you can’t change: there’s no point in dwelling on it, what’s that doing for you!? But also it focuses on taking those chances that you want to take, doing the things you want to do, because in ten, twenty, maybe even fifty years, when you look back, you do not want to be saying, “I really wish I had done that when I had a chance.”
Your chance is NOW. Take it, grab hold. And don’t live for this moment. Live for EVERY moment because you don’t know when or if you’ll have another.
And remember to NEVER hold regrets too close to your head or your heart.
Our generation has slowly but surely lost the meaning of love. We use the word loosely; we throw it around. We’ve heard this from our parents, maybe even grandparents. I’ve always taken “love” very seriously, but because it is a feeling, I also believe each person has the right to define it on their own. If you look up the word “love” in the dictionary, you’ll find the following:
love [luhv]
noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
Doesn’t that make you want to love people? If it doesn’t, I don’t know what will. No, I’m kidding people. Keep up with the sarcasm. Honestly, each person should define love. What does it mean to you. Maybe because it’s indefinable, you decide it’s not real. That’s fine. I believed that for a while. When I thought about it more in depth though, I found I did have a definition of love. Now if you’re looking for some mushy post about love, this is not it. I’m not a mushy person.
I define my love for others as them being people I would take a bullet for. I don’t mean it in some heroic way; I’m not making myself out to be a hero; I’ve never been shot or anything. But if it came down to it, the people I love are people that I would actually, literally physically jump in front of a bullet for. My love encompasses my family and, despite the head-shaking of older generations, every single one of my friends. I do not exaggerate when I say that I love every single one of my friends. I would gladly die (again: THIS IS NO EXAGGERATION) for any one of my friends. However, what people have to realize is that I’m not one of those people who skip around like life is full of rainbows befriending every single person I see. I’m the type of person to surround myself with people who believe in me and support what I’m doing in life and who make my life better. I can only hope that they see the same in me and gain improvement in their lives from our friendship.
On the other hand, there’s that “special” love. That you keep for that “special” person and for that “special” time. Alright that’s great. You all know what I’m talking about, people who are “in love.” I can acknowledge this love, though I am incredibly skeptical about it. Hey, it’s understandable to me; I have yet to define it. That’s okay with me. I can only hope that someday it will be added to my own personal dictionary and that I’ll have some special guy in my life who will share that same, or at least complementary, definition of being “in love.”
I’d love to hear your definitions of love or your thoughts on this post. Leave a comment!
Something that has been bothering me a lot lately is the fact that the same women who are major “feminists” I can generally place into two categories:
For the first type, these women are usually the same ones who complain about how guys aren’t chivalrous anymore. Honey, it doesn’t work like that. You can’t complain about how he doesn’t hold the doors for you right after you get done complaining about how you want him to consider you his equal. Why don’t you hold the door open for him!? Why don’t you try to pay for his dinner. If you complain straight to a guy about how you want to be equal with him over and over, chances are, he may take it as you don’t want him to hold the door open or lay his jacket down on a puddle or pay for the dinner you just ate. You must see how it could be difficult to coexist in this sense. They have to realize how hypocritical they sound.
The second type are the ones who think guys are literal pigs. They don’t truly want to be equal to males because, long story short, they think they are better than males. They consider the female gender to be dominant over males. These are the feminists that you always hear saying “males wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for us.” I’d just like these women, if you’re out there reading this, to consider for a moment the fact that without males, we wouldn’t be here either. That is why we must coexist. That is why neither of is dominant over the other. These are also the women that believe that anything nice a guy does has some underlying cause. We all know at least one person who’s like this; they’re often heard saying something like, “and then he PAID FOR DINNER. I know. He obviously just wanted to have sex. The ones who can’t believe a guy would do anything nice simply because HE’S A NICE GUY. Nope. No such thing.
I’d love your feedback. I know you may not agree with my opinions, but hey, that’s what they are. My opinions. Anyway, keep in mind I’m not talking about all feminists in this post. I’m talking about the ones who literally run around yelling about how men and women should be equal. The ones who only want to talk about how unfair life is to women. So if you’re a feminist, don’t take this post offensively; I can not stress that enough. It is not meant to offend you.
Take a line from a song that you love or connect with. Now forget the song, and turn that line into the title or inspiration for your post.
I had to try this “inspiration” thing. It’s just as well that I got this because I absolutely love music. I’m going through a slight Sara Bareilles phase right now because I saw her in concert in December. You may recognize the title of this blog; it’s from her song Chasing the Sun. I may as well tell you now, I ABSOLUTELY ADORE this song. I know I was supposed to “forget the song,” but hey you have to break the rules sometimes right? Okay, okay. I’ll get back to the point..
If you’ve read my little blurb about “who I am,” you’ll see in it that I play volleyball at my college. Well that’s all fine and dandy until I tell you about my ankle. So here it goes. Since I was eight, that’s fourth grade people, I’ve had a chronic sprain in my ankle. Okay, it didn’t start out as a chronic sprain; it just started out as a regular one. I just refused to ya know go to the doctor for it. Let’s just say that due to my stubbornness, it got to a point where I sprained it every time I played sports (AKA every day). Then my freshman year at college (playing volleyball), I came down on my teammate’s foot. When I tried to get back up (now pay attention, this is where it gets fun), I couldn’t stand. I just kept falling back to the ground. So, it was crutches for me. They made me go to the doctor who basically told me that at that point, after ten years of spraining it, my ankle was fifty shades of fucked up. I had figured that part out on my own; I endured pain shooting up my leg from my ankle for the majority of my career as an athlete. It didn’t phase me much. On the other hand, the doctor was phased. He told me that I had two choices: get surgery or never play volleyball again. You can guess which one I chose.
I chose the surgery people, come on. Well they cut open my ankle to do some ligament reconstruction (tighten the ligaments) and SURPRISE! There are no ligaments; they had completely torn off the bone. So, I wake up and rather than having a tightened ligament, I have a titanium ligament. Oh how exciting. I get to set off all the airport security alarms.
I know by this point you’re asking yourself “what does this have to do with a Sara Bareilles song and running?” To be completely honest, the only relation it has is because of the surgery running has been really hard and it’s SO painful, so I try to avoid it. But listening to the song makes me want to run SO BADLY and it’s awful: wanting to run, but not wanting to deal with the pain.
Oh, if you want to imagine what having a chronic sprain for ten years is like, I ask you this: have you ever sprained your ankle? If you haven’t, have you sprained anything (ankle works best, but other body parts will work)? If you haven’t GO PLAY A SPORT! Anyway, imagine spraining your ankle (or whatever it is you’ve sprained), then spraining it the next day, and the next, and the next. Each sprain building on top of the next, never truly healing your injury because well you have about fifty sprains piled on top of each other, so how do you make it heal? Good luck. Now imagine spraining it day after day for so long that it gets to a point that rather than the ligament stretching any more, it simply detaches from the bone. Now if you can imagine this, you’ve gained some insight into my ankle. Welcome to my life.
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