Midnight Cravings

Isn't it true that when we're down, we secretly hope that someone will magically take away all our pain and worries and somehow make everything better? Secretly because we'd all like to think that we have it all under control and help from others is utterly unnecessary. But an honest confession to ourselves could sometimes require us to dig deep into our past. It's only reasonable to assume that if someone once made you smile, they have the ability to do it again.

But if that's the case, how is one supposed to differentiate between just wanting someone to fill a void and actually wanting someone, that person, back in their lives? How do you know if you're just seeking comfort at that moment or something a bit more constant?

It's all in our heads. We can convince ourselves to go either way, but if we, ourselves, are leaning towards one side, doesn't that preference alone make the distinction?

Under what circumstances is it okay for us to cave into our desires and dive back into our past for just a few minutes? Is it a sign of weakness, something that could hinder us from moving forward, or just a friendly reminder we all need once in a while?

Glimmer of Hope

Even in the darkest hours, a beam of light magically appears, a glimmer of hope that things just might get better. It doesn't have to be anything major. Instead, just a slight sign will do.

It's really easy to give up on people, even on the ones that mean the most to us. Our selfishness, frustration, and impatience can sometimes get the best of us. It doesn't make you a bad person by any means. However, the truth is, even if only a few out of a million words get through to a person, it just might be worth it. By no means is that a waste as long as something is getting through, as long as there is some remote chance of improvement.

And that moment when things do get through is priceless. That feeling of connecting with that person, the unity, is indescribable.

Miles to Go

There is always going to be something we're not quite sure of, some kind of doubt, some insecurity. What, or who, gets us past these are the people and things we know we can always count on. Whether it's your best friend, family, faith, or even a hobby, we all have something to turn to. What happens when you find that you are no longer able to count on them?

What happens when you realize that the people, places, things, and activities that once brought slight peace and happiness no longer do. Instead, you find yourself irritated and annoyed because things simply don't feel right. Nothing feels right. Are we just supposed to wander aimlessly until we finally find something that provides us with a glimpse of the same comfort that we're used to? Or do we force ourselves to love the newly found discomfort because we don't know who/what else to turn to?

As much as I'd like to blame the whole rest of the world, it's perhaps more rational that it's something I'm going through and not everyone else. Perhaps a phase that is leading to a new transformation?