Memories to Call Home

Memories are like houses.

You live inside of your memories when tragedy happens.

You choose to remember the good so that coping with a loss can become easier.

You live in the cherished times as a way of keeping your loved one alive.

Rather than focusing on life without them, we choose to live in a life that still very much involves them.

We remember them through the memories that now house our loved one.

All that we have left of those that we lose are the memories that we have of them.

As of now, I am residing in my home of memories of my grandmother so as to not lose her completely.

These memories are now my home, the place where I lay my head at night so as to not forget all the wonderful times I had with her.

I use these memories as a home away from reality, as a way to keep her alive when I miss her the most.

In my home, she is always there, she will always be there, and that, my friend, is a beautiful thing.

RIP, Nana. I'll love you forever, and ever.

Sea of Depression

In our lives, sometimes we feel unsure about things.

Sometimes we are scared of new surroundings.

Most of the time, we let our doubts and our fears hold us back.

So much of our focus is placed on the daily worries that we face, rather than the little spurts of happiness that pass us by.

When we choose to focus on our worries and our fears, we are blinded to the opportunities of utter bliss that arise.

We lose sight of happiness, and instead dive into a sea of depression.

Optimism is no longer a factor, only thoughts filled with sadness...

Doubt...

Fear...

Worry...

Only these remain.

Instead of focusing on the positive, we ignore it and focus on the negative.

It is human nature.

Some depressing things have recently been brought to my attention and I do not know how to go about handling them.

Hard decisions lie in the journey ahead of me, but I must continue.

I must jump into the sea of depression.

But, I will do it with this on my mind:

Stay strong. Do not focus on the worries and the fears, but instead look at the little things, the things that could potentially bring you happiness.

I am going to jump into the sea with the state of mind of a child:

Always looking for the next thing to brighten my day and bring me what we all fail to enjoy.

Happiness.

Plain and Simple

Birds.

The life they live seems so simple.

Wake up, chirp a while, maybe build a nest, catch a few worms, chirp some more, sleep.

I sit and look at birds sometimes.

Call me strange; I won't care.

But, I do.

I find them to be a beautiful, delicate animal.

They are graceful in the way that they go about their daily lives.

I find watching them to have a soothing effect on me.

It calms me down.

Allows me to think.

Sometimes I wish that my life was more like that of a bird.

That my life would be simpler, plainer, less hectic.

I wish that I could just go through life without much of a care in the world.

But, that is the problem with being human.

Caring is a burden.

Your heart attaches itself to people, even to things, in ways which are hard to prevent.

You can only let it happen.

Then, life isn't simple.

You begin to worry about those people or things that you care about.

Worry if they are okay.

But, you cannot help it.

That's just part of being human.

I don't like caring about people and certain things, because the worry that comes with caring burdens me and my life is never how I would like it to be.

Like that of a bird.

Plain and simple.

Careless.