I think that the human population has come to socialize relationships into craving the notion that fights are necessary because they metaphorically “clear the air.” It is so expected that couples will fight that eventually to follow the herd, someone in the relationship will feel the need to fulfill the social norm even when the problem is not present. Though given that the problem is present, it is socialized that only a fight can possibly lead to any type of compromise in the situation; but it is my belief that people have lost the ability to properly communicate with each other. Everyone is so hell bent on fitting the norm due to social media propagating socialization. It’s so unfortunate and I loathe the fact that it plagues people’s minds—one day I hope that people will be able to have real honest conversations without ever having to resort to fighting. Just remember, be considerate of what’s going on in both of each others lives, don’t take your frustrations out on each other, instead help each other through them, and if something is on your mind always tell your partner because you can be sure that they are worrying about you—with or without good reason—because you can’t define how they should feel, they are helpless to their concerns for their beloved. Why breed wars where you’ve both left your hearts vulnerable; no one is bulletproof.
I think that normally I am cold and calculating. I am able to gather all my intelligence and utilize it in any situation I see fit by merely drawing upon my prior knowledge or experiences. I analyze everything even to the point of overt introspection. I am very critical of myself and to be quite honest I don’t think I believe that I am a good human being either. But I only think like this when my mind is idle, it becomes the devils workshop. Though the one thing that I feel saves me from my self-damnation is my ability to love and how passionate I can be. Normally I am able to manipulate without an overbearing conscience and that is what later leaves me feeling like a soul with bad karma. But I see the world for what it is and I am extremely blunt about things while also extremely empathetic to people. I sometimes feel like a walking contradiction. But what currently baffles me: how the hell was I able to conjure up enough good karma to get a girl like Camille, my wonderful girlfriend or even to get all the great friends I have. In life too many things are taken for granted but in this moment just know that I appreciate life, and all that it has given me, and I just hope that I will not waste it.
The face of a young boy shimmered through the glass door of the convenient store as the bells chimed to mark his ceremonious entry to the dull nuances of thrifty grocery shopping—yet something unusual emanated from his posture, as if to accentuate his back muscles, the light dimmed for a fraction…
Faithfulness is a beautiful thing not to be squandered, it is one of life’s only enduring qualities, for it is the personification of endurance itself, all in the face of hierarchical adversity. The levels to which this quality exceeds it’s natural bounds seems to supersede reason: then why must such an act bring such aching, such wrenching, of a soul wrought with confusion.
Things may not seem to change, but stagnancy has a way of dulling the mind, so fret not, there is still time to heal a wary soul.
The tears seemed to glisten like morning dew on budding roses, the puff of her cheeks defining the dimples laid so delicately upon her visage, as if a calligraphy pen scriptured the pain hidden behind lines of thick black, the smearing of eyeliner as our lips pressed to ease her heavy heart, and through the tear filled green she was staring, and I realized I had fallen into the ocean deep, but drained of its water— left with nothing but the passion of lovers past drowned out at sea.