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“About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.”

— Rita Mae Brown

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real

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I think something I have to really come to terms with is letting people be free. Knowing I could never see someone again and being okay with that. Being okay with that, because at least I got to experience them for that moment. I got to connect with them for that point in time. For a moment our worlds aligned. People are meant to be experienced. Not kept. The most selfless, abundant form of love is to let people go. Let people be free. Release the need to grip onto people so much. Release the need to be someone’s everything. Everyone we meet in life will teach us something whether we realize it or not. That’s a beautiful thing. What a beautiful thing to have aligned with someone in that moment, and gain a new perspective from them. Recently the lessons the universe has been teaching me is to let go. Let go of any expectations that people are going to stay and see me. Just because we let people go doesn’t mean we have to slam the door shut. Let people go and be free. If they come back, they come back. If they don’t… let it be okay. Because it is okay. People are meant to be experienced, not kept.

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something I’ve realized is you could be everything and still mean absolutely nothing to someone. You can light up a room, give someone all of you, listen the best, have the perfect body, or even be an ideal person. but you still could mean nothing to someone. The bright side is just because you don’t mean something to one person… doesn’t mean you don’t mean something to someone else. Perspective I guess

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happiness is a butterfly

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You feel like a fall morning. Like those mornings you would wake up on an October day and have to get ready for school. You walk outside in a cozy coat and feel the crisp air. It’s cold enough you can see the condensation when you breathe out and the cold has a way of lingering on your lips. The smell of the air, so distinct. You can’t quite put a finger on it, but it smells clean almost. The ground is litered with orange, red, and hues of yellow leaves that have taken their final breath before falling. The morning feels quiet. Very still. As if the human race all disappeared and left to find some other paradise. Houses are colored with pumpkins and Halloween decorations. The sky is blue, but not a bright blue. A gray kinda blue. You know the sun is there, but it’s hidden momentarily amongst the dark. You feel like the peace before everyone starts to wake up and complain about things that don’t matter, or run late to their 9-5. Scramble to figure out how to spend their day off without dreading the next work day. For a brief moment you feel still. You feel like a fall morning.

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my alter egos name is Amelia. She’s someone I think of when I want to feel confident. She’s someone just think of when I want to feel magnetic. She’s someone I think of.

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#firstpost I think it’s dope. sick almost?