Hidden Under The Rocks.

Everyone deserves everything that they want in life. The most common misconception however, is that people can achieve these things completely and utterly alone. Not true. The greatest and most impactful accomplishments, as well as the best met desires are usually backed by a support system. Or at the very least, there's one other person involved to ease the weight of achieving such precious successes. Simply so that the stress of it doesn't fall solely on one pair of shoulders. I've noticed that people who tend to believe that they can do everything on their own are the ones who suffer most . Obviously, there will be times when we have to face the brutalness of the world alone. There will be times where we may not have backup, and we just have to dig our heels in and push. More than likely many of the things that hurt us we will have to face alone. Yet and still, even in the midst of surviving the solo battles we will have to derive straight from words of encouragement given to us by others. So technically, even when we are by ourselves, we aren't alone.  We have the notions, the morals and the mental citations of all whom we've been affected by. Not to be the bearer of  perpetually bad news, but people who tend to suffer through traumatic things completely on their own tend not to walk away from situations unscathed. If I'm being completely honest, I feel that more damage comes to a person from dealing with something alone more than from the "something" they're actually dealing with. Let me be clear, surviving hardship alone is completely and totally possible. Do I think it's wise? No. Do I think people underestimate the power and strength of a pair of sturdy shoulders to lean on? Absolutely. The strongest weapon in the support arsenal is love. I don't necessarily mean that in a romantic way, although I'm sure that helps. Still, love is in my opinion the greatest healer of all time. Depending on how many people one has in their support system, a person going through the most turbulent of times can come out on top.  Even when he or she cannot not persevere, love can. It does not make a person weak to admit they need someone. In fact, to admit to that type of vulnerability is where real strength exist to begin with.

Pride Can't Cuddle.

I have a legitimate question... what EXACTLY  is on the minds of some people when they let  pride get in the way of things that they actually want? Is pride really that much of a thing? I'm asking because I guess, in the basic human sense everyone has some pride. Still, why do some people go out of their way to let it make or break their relationships? I will never fully understand when someone says things like "my pride wouldn't let me say sorry" or "my pride is the reason why I played with 'so and so's'  emotions the way that I did" Like... what? I mean, I have pride too. I guess. I have pride in my ability to impact the world, pride in being a decent human being and pride in the achievements of all my loved ones. Yet and still, I would never sit and let pride hinder me from my path to happiness. I honestly feel like sometimes, people use their pride as an excuse to be cowardly, childish and pretty much an asshole. I don't know what life manual some people read from, but I'm sure nowhere does it state that it makes someone weak or "soft" to humble themselves. Even if it's just long enough to apologize, wholeheartedly listen or truly experience love from someone who actually goes out of their way to give it to them. It will always boggle my mind that there are people in this world who actively choose to lose the best thing that ever happened to them. Rather than putting their pride aside and working things out. Now this is not to be misconstrued as forgiving someone who's openly disrespected you and put you through emotional turmoil on more than one occasion. If you deem someone as toxic to your well-being and it doesn't look like they're intent on bettering themselves for their sake and yours, by all means DROP THEM. Being habitually harmful and being habitually harmed( physically, mentally or emotionally)  is nowhere near conducive and should be nipped in the bud before it even BEGINS to begin. That being said, if the situation isn't heavy in that respect then putting pride aside to mend something worth fixing, is not only admirable but considerate. If one chooses to use pride as an excuse for essentially ALL the failures they have come across thus far, pride will be the only thing said  individual will have left to his or her name in the days to come. I can't really speak for anybody else, but I know I'd choose flirty conversation, googly eyes and sweet nothings from someone you love over pride, in a heartbeat.

The Light.

Yesterday I meant to write, but the whole day passed me by. I was too busy learning things. About life and about people.  Some of the self-made hurdles that we as complex beings tend to carry, hinder our greatness. I've noticed a pattern, a very unfortunate one at that. The basis of all the things that we allow to to stop us, is fear. But see that's the thing, everything is scary before you actually do it. Nine times of ten, the cerebral manifestation of said fear is just that, a manifestation. Nothing solid. Nothing concrete. Based off of pessimism. Pissimism that is hidden heavily. Thoroughly buried under the guise of realism that "good things never happen to good people." I'm not going to lie either, I'm a highly flawed individual. When I get lost in the melancholy long enough, I think like that too. Stepping outside myself has made me realize that, that mindset alone is what will keep a good soul trapped. Why bear an unnecessary burden? Good things DO happen to good people, I assure you. It's just that as good people, we have to realize and respect the fact that these good things don't come easy. We have to continue to step in our own light, being kind, true and influential. Refusing to dim ourselves for anyone or thing. Actively  deciding to cut out and ignore who and whatever isn't reflecting the realness and purity we choose to nurture within ourselves. Showing the universe that we have EARNED what we are asking for. Good people must grasp and cling to this concept for dear life. Here's why, if we only fear what we don't understand and all things undone stem from fear, then we are sucessfully letting our on ignorance stop our growth dead in it's tracks. I will say this, impossible to shine when you're stagnant.

The Wonders of Kismet.

It's been forever and I just want to start off by saying Happy New Year.  So much has happened in my life over the past couple months, I had to take yet another hiatus, just to get myself together. Of course though, in honor of Black HERstory Month, I've risen from the ashes like a phoenix to properly begin a new year of dumping my innards. First and foremost, I just want to say that the doggie fever that I've been carrying for over a year now has finally been cured. I HAVE A FURBABY. Her name is Maya, and she's absolute perfection. I rescued her from a kill shelter in Brooklyn, on December 30th 2016. Since then, my life has been filled with such joy. Even in the midst of battling a bad bout of kennel cough, healing from a spay and getting justice for a UTI resulting from said spay, Maya has absolutely brightened  my days. She is the sweetest, most cuddly little thing. A Shih Tzu/Boston Terrier mix with the kindest demeanor. When I tell you she couldn't have come at a better time, its almost as if she was born for me to find and love her. I was at a very low point in my emotional and physical progress, Maya coming along was exactly what I needed. For a long time, I was considering BUYING a Frenchie.(I know, I know ADOPT DON'T BUY) The notion of buying got dismissed super quickly though. Especially after I looked on  that kill shelter site and came across her sweet little face. It was love at first sight, and I knew in my heart I couldn't leave her there. They listed her age at approximately one, which turned out to mean that she was at the end of her 10th month on earth when I met her. It is February 1st now and Maya will be one, February 15th. Which also happens to be the same day my older brother was born. Cute, right? I know. Words can't express how  grateful I am to have her in my life. It is a very humbling experience to have another being's life in your hands. It helps  you to further realize that the world is not just about you. Any action, at any time can set off a chain of events that can mean the difference between life and death. More than anything, I feel like Maya rescued me. My disposition is happier, and having a cute little lovebug to look after feels ridiculously validating. Our immediate connection and bond thus far, carries as totally deliberate.  Honestly, it seems as though, it was written out on paper and printed into a book that turned out to be my life. Maya and I are completely meant to be and I'm over the moon about it. 🐶💙