I’ve missed Tumblr. And yes, the fact that John Mayer recently posted on his Tumblr page, and I missed important news because I was “too cool” for blogging pissed me off a bit. I’m not too cool for most things. So, thanks JM for encouraging me to reignite my love for this blogging world.
And for my first, I’m- not- too- cool- for -blogging post, I would like to talk about myself, because, well, isn’t that the point?
I had a revelation today.
We are all naturally selfish. We all want to do what makes us happy, comfortable.. maybe rich or powerful. We want to do what we want. And that’s a selfishness that can blind us to many, many beautiful experiences. It sure has blinded me.
But I thought today that knowing what you want is not the same thing as knowing what can make you happy. I don’t think I had figured that out yet. All this time I’ve been trying to understand what I want. But, hell, I have no idea. It changes every single day. But what is a bit more stable, is what makes me truly and meaningfully happy.
My dad always told me that you have to have the courage to look at yourself in the mirror and know your talents as well as your faults. If you’re simply searching for what you want, you tend to only look at your talents. What can I get with my talents? What do I want to do with my abilities?
But when you’re trying to understand how you can be completely happy and fulfilled, you look at your talents, of course, but you also look at your faults. Because if anything is holding you back from happiness, it’s yourself.
I’ve decided to be a normal person and write about my life in that awesome software called Word.
But thepeopleatmurray is still up and running. Because I can’t keep that on Word. I mean, what if something happens to my lovely computer? Then all those pointless stories about life at murray will be gone, forever.
The most comfortable thing you will ever own. Buy this.
When summer ended, I dreaded putting up my breezy, light nike shorts. But then I got a pair of Lululemon Groove Pants, and now I don’t even think about my old nike shorts.
I find every excuse to wear these pants. I never want to take them off.
My roommate just told me one of her 8th graders (a 13 year old) died last weekend. Him and his mother were both shot and killed in their home. I have no idea how the family and friends, the teachers, and the community cope with something like this.
And then today, eight people died in a shooting at a California hair salon. Eight people. My heart aches. I’m sure you’ve read about it. But here is a link.
There are really no words. Just empathy and sadness and a sickening realization that this is the world we live in. I am desperate for hope, but there is none tonight.
Tonight I just remember how important it is to cherish every minute. How crucial it is to tell people how much they mean to me, to live without regrets, to take in every day and live it with purpose. Because we never know when it may be our last.
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.
