Through the Looking Glass

"Love like you've never been hurt"

A strange sense of understanding has fallen over me. I see my past as if it were a stage play or movie. I am watching it happen from a distance, and because I am merely an observer or audience member, I can't intervene. All I can do is watch and begin to understand. It's like I can see my life from a whole new perspective. It is a cold slap in the face, as well as a wake up call. Why didn't I see it before. Why must it seem so sad and hopeless. But it is not hopeless, for the one thing that comes from this observation is hope. Hope that I will learn from this unhappy ending, and start a new. But how does your heart forget the love and the pain its been through? How am I supposed to put my heart through this again? Faith. I must have faith....

"Happiness often sneaks through a door that you didn't know you'd left open."

I had no idea I left my soul open. I swear I secured it with lock and key, but something- someone still managed to break through. This being snuck into my soul, and moved striaght for my broken heart. This idea managed to mend my sorrow and worries with happiness, hope, and love. I pray that this sensation or feeling will dwell. I also know now that I will leave open my door, and welcome happiness in with open arms.

"If you must chose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before."

I am faced with a moral dilemma? What do I do? Do I flee toward the familier ideal; the one I understand and belong to? Or do I take a step in a new direction? "Do what makes you smile," I find myself thinking. Who cares if it is innovating and menacing. How can we find outselves if we don't expand our horizons? Love what you have. But don't dwell in the past. Move on with your life, for someday you will see the light at the end of the tunnel. You will find a way through the darkness.

I asked my friend Jamy what to write about tonight. He told me that I should write on what aggravates me about this world.

I opened my eyes today to a forgotten world. A forgotten purpose. This world revolves around a false idea. Doesn’t anyone see it? No one sees it. No one sees the pain. No one sees the madness. No one sees the struggle because we are all lost. Lost inside the worst battle of them all. Oneself. Not one soul can seem to find purpose enough to help those in dire need. Not one individual can overcome their own battles to offer support. This entire country is to caught up in itself to see the pain. This pain will lead us to our destiny. Doesn’t anyone see it? No. And no one will