Little girl, lost in her thoughts
Searching for the why
Struggles on, trapped inside
Whilst the world passes by
No answers, questions repeating
What purpose being?
Everyone else in happiness
Is the illusion she is seeing
Tell yourself, forgive yourself
And be kind to your heart
Get back up on your horse
And every day, just start
The way is forward, moving on
Learning from the past
It’s a cliche, but live each day
As if it was your last
A true story of a girl whose name translates as Sugar
Submitted to Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Moving On
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for our mask supply so we can change them often and try to stay safe.
It felt like a busy weekend but I notice a calmness within me these days. Before, I felt like I have to do this and do that and get it done. I still have things to do but I have a confidence that they will get done and don’t feel any stress to get them out of the way.
Perhaps I know about all the things I have lined up in the future – things that may keep me occupied for another lifetime or two. Yes, I want to start fiddling around with music again – it will happen when the time is right.
Perhaps this pandemic has taught me to slow down a little. Without it, I’m sure I would be busy organising new things to be involved in. A situation such as this is not so bad timing for me. I did a lot and achieved many things up until the pandemic. It’s easy for me to sit back and relax a bit.
I hope that others come out the other side with renewed energy and can pick up where things were in their lives and the state of their societies.
I had a long talk with Oh’s girlfriend Namtan on Friday. She struggles with anxiety and depression, so I told her my story. Something I said hit me quite unexpectedly.
I said that Amy was lucky that the chemicals in her brain were capable of making her positive most of the time. I said to Namtan that we are not like that – we are always questioning things and searching for meaning. It’s just the way we are. And I have accepted that. It’s not an option anymore to try to be something you’re not.
I’ve known this all along but without resolution until recently. Namtan is 28. I told her not to give up. Every day is a struggle but we are capable of digging ourselves out of the mental holes we created until now.
It was nice to be able to offer advice, though I think perhaps I overwhelmed her with too much information.
We talked a lot about books too. She’s a librarian and an avid reader. I think that’s a good start to get on the right track.
I had some stomach bug for most of the weekend and lost a kilogram in weight. Somehow, I managed to push through the abs routine each morning, though. I can see a definite change in my belly fat. I’m actually starting to like the way I look again.
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