Walking My Own Path & Supposed Tos
(“Veronica Wants to Die” – by EeehOoops —www.deviantart.com)
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[I have gotten used to writing directly to you guys as opposed to just writing only in metaphors and florid imagery. Poetry is DEFINITELY my heart but sometimes, you just have to vent, right? I officially dub these postings as the "Lemme Holla Atchu For a Second" category. Almost like I'm pulling you to the side for a chit chat, a pep talk, a hug. *smile* I just hope that some of what I write in these postings and in my poetry and even when I post through quotes, lyrics and so forth can be of some inspiration and guidance to some of you. ]
In saying that, let me begin by saying this week has been a hell of a rollercoaster. I have probably worried myself into exhaustion over health issues, suspected my heart of lying to me countless times and become too frustrated with issues not in my control. I promised myself that this year I would react less and think more. I can only say now that doing so is not as easy as I imagined.
I have had to put my insecurities into check recently. I am a full fledged supporter of communication and honesty and yet, I found it difficult to say what hung heavy in my heart. Which had me thinking about my trust level in regards to my newly rekindled relationship. Did we have a tumultuous beginning? Abso-fucking-lutely. But I made a decision to try again….so to be suspicious, to be insecure enough to distrust what I allowed back in my heart, began to seem foolish.
I can’t sit here and say I have an idea of what the future will be and that this man will never hurt me again, but if that were even to happen….. I can say that I vocalized my fears, my worries, and my demands clearly from jump. I demand respect, as any woman should. There are things and issues that don’t always sit well with me and things that I have to accept for what it is. Yet, I am okay with it all as long as I am not thrown into the dark to feel around and figure it out for myself. As long as communication and honesty is a strong thread in the tapestry of our lives together, I am good with it all. See….I chose this…and I believe that it is worth fighting for….and that I, yes, me…..that my love is worth the fight, the struggle, and the beauty.
The weirdest part though was that my worst fear during this rollercoaster of a week was that if it ends so soon, how could I face the world? How could I preach to you guys about love and righteous affection when my own relationship seemed to be falling apart? I was scared of the eventual “You did it to yourself” talks. I was scared of the humiliation. And then… it hit me. The world wouldn’t matter. No misstep or mistake would be relevant in the grand scheme of things. It would be my hurt, my lesson, my walk. I made the choice and it is up to me to discern the outcome and the lessons learned from each day living it. No one else’s thoughts, opinions, comments or feelings about it matters in the bigger picture.
You see, everybody has something that they’re “supposed to” do. You’re supposed to finish highschool and then immediately finish college. You’re supposed to meet a man, get married, have a shitload of kids and live happily ever after. You’re supposed to be some Xena warrior princess all the time who can shake off a broken heart but never forgive it.
Well, to ALL of that, I always like to say what if MY “supposed to’s” are not what the world thinks they should be? What if I was “supposed to” lead my life exactly the way I have been? And if I do fuck up, make the wrong choices, lose friends, turn pages, get my heart broken and stumble a million and one times….the only thing I am “supposed to” do is get up for the millionth and second time and walk my own path.
So what I want you ALL to realize is one thing. Your life is dictated by you. Your actions today dictate every single one of your tomorrows. But, remember that this is YOUR path, so the peanut galleries and the two cents given need to be ignored and discarded. Unless you are in danger or are harming your self, no one has the right to tell you what kind of life you’re “supposed to” be living. Your choices and the postivity or negativity that resonates from them should be embraced as life lessons, ya dig?
FTW and its opinions and keep walking your own path. You got this.
As Eddie Kendricks sings “Keep on truckin’ baby….”
As far as for me? If the shit hits the fan, I will be one shitty survivor….operative word being “survivor,” ya dig?
Until next time my darlings….
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(((PS—-> The title of the art piece featured on this posting is kinda dark. Please excuse the morbidity of it. I liked the photo…LoL. *shrug*)))












































































