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Friday, 31 July 2009

  • Que Sera, Sera

    A few months ago, a commenter asked, "why are you always so sad?"  Caught off guard, I reasoned that I'm not always sad, but simply too busy to write when I'm happy.  I was wrong.

    In retrospect, I can see every step along the way where I had thought, "it can't get any worse than this."  Life felt bad when I couldn't get a good job out of college.  It felt even worse when I saw my job prospects coming out of law school.  Every time I felt like it couldn't get any worse, it did, and I'd find myself looking back, thinking, "I don't know what all the fuss was about -- I'd gladly switch places with the old me."

    I wrote previously, quoting John Mayer's song, "Gravity", that we often take things for granted.  In fact, the first step to happiness is to focus on what we do have, rather than what we don't.  I can see that so clearly now with my life, the way I wish more than anything to turn back time so I could do things a bit differently.  When you find yourself suddenly able to empathize with those who have taken the "easy way" out of their lives, you start to really appreciate the little things.

    But life isn't a video game.  There are no do-overs.  You have one chance at everything, including life itself, and every action has consequences that you will ultimately have to shoulder.  I realize that I have made a bigger mess of things; instead of fighting for the parts of my life that I should have felt thankful for, I kept focusing on my regrets -- kept hating myself -- and allowed myself to slip even more.

    I now have a heavy, self-wrought burden that no one can help me with, and at times, I don't know how I can possibly make it.  Still, I'm wary of thinking, "it can't get any worse than this," if only because I really don't want to let it get worse than this.  I don't know how I'll pull it off -- how I'll get back to the person I've wanted to be -- but for now, I'll just be content that each new day is another chance to turn it all around.

    ♫ I walked across an empty land
    I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
    I felt the earth beneath my feet
    Sat by the river and it made me complete ♫

    ♫ Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
    I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
    So tell me when you're gonna let me in
    I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin ♫
    -- Somewhere Only We Know // Keane

    I remain truly yours,

    .taintedwine

Monday, 04 May 2009

  • History Of A Chair

    I have this chair.  I never chose it, and if I were to pick, it likely would not be this one.  Still, it's been with me the past four years and three apartments; a good, decent chair, and one I might have stuck with for the long haul.  Today, my chair splintered into pieces under my weight, leaving me sprawled upon the floor, scrapes, bruises and all.

    Was it my fault, or was it the chair's shoddy construction?  What did I do wrong?  What could I have done better?  What was the turning point that set its collapse in motion?  Did I not pay it enough attention or care?  How could I have not noticed the cracks?  There is no pain, only such shock that I don't even notice the gash across my left wrist.  First blood.

    A chair is like a relationship, and its beams the words and promises unfurled.  I'm so lucky to have you in my life.  You're my one and only, always and forever.  I love you.  Over time, these sentiments become the foundation upon which we sit, and when they lose meaning, we're caught off-balance, the world seemingly tumbling down around us.

    When every chair falls apart, it's difficult to want to sit down again.  But after the denial, anger, bargaining and depression we undoubtedly experience, we finally accept the hand dealt to us and move on.  That, or find ourselves thrust upon another chair, lulled by its promises of being more sturdy, more impressive, much unlike the others.

    Wishful thinking and empty words once again.  Sometimes, I wonder if I really am that despicable, or simply that forgettable to always be the one left picking up the pieces.  You tell me how much I mean to you, and make me open up to you; you tell me you would never hurt me, then you go and do the same thing with someone else. 

    No, thank you; I think I'll just stand for a while.

    .taintedwine


Wednesday, 31 December 2008

  • Happy New Year

    In a minute, yet another year draws to a close.  I'm not one to celebrate these things.  Dates of significance, the first snow, the falling rain -- they tend to bring me down, but for the rest of you, I wish you all a safe and bountiful new year.

    Truly yours,

    .taintedwine

Monday, 22 September 2008

Tuesday, 22 July 2008

  • Random Digressions

    The three most dreaded days of my life are just a week away, and I don't think I've been this scared before.  I've had so many nightmares lately, and yet I can't seem to do anything but find ways to digress...

    I know I shouldn't be so half-assed -- either have a blog, or don't -- but I often filter out what I really want to say.  I guess I'm somewhat ashamed of my feelings; that and I can't make up my mind whether or not I want certain people to find out certain things...

    第一次是偶然.  第二次是必然.  第三次是命中注定...

    This may sound silly, K, but I wish you held me in the same regard as I hold you.  I wish you knew how unhappy I am with the current situation -- the last post was written with you in mind -- but I also don't want to add to your burden...

    As I help my brother plan out his college years, I'm really happy and proud of him.  I also wish I was in his shoes...

    Almost a year and a half ago, I cut off contact with my best friend because of how miserable she made me feel.  We haven't spoken since, and I'm still not sure how I feel about that.  I thought, or at least hoped, that time would heal all wounds, but evidently it doesn't always work that way.  That void hasn't been filled since...

    The past five years have been such a waste of my life.  Even three years ago, I seemed relatively sure of myself.  Not so anymore; I feel like one big, dysfunctional disappointment after another...

    Speaking of disappointment, I'm not sure how I will ever make my parents truly happy, considering all they want for me is to become Christian.  14 years ago, I had no idea I would still be agnostic today...

    I wonder if my friends know it makes me happy when they read my blog, especially when they don't tell me afterward that I think too much...

    If I could have one wish come true and couldn't just wish for happiness, I'd wish for someone to tell me that everything will be alright, and for me to be certain of it...

    .taintedwine

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