People are the hardest to recognize; minus the name and the physical attributes, if you really think about it sometimes, people could be the hardest to recognize. You can know someone by their name for years and not know who they really are. Would you agree?
There is a difference between who we are and how we want to be recognized. Some would want to be seen as the happy go lucky despite struggling in the inside from pressure. Some would want to be seen as the successful one even though they have been slacking off the whole time. In college, some attend to non-academics activities because they want to find a life outside of the syllabus. There are a lot more stories that could be similar to these but my question is, how do you know you’re seeing the person in front of you in the way they want to be seen, in the way they want to be recognized? Would you easily acknowledge them? For what they show and they say they are? Or would you look at them a little longer and see what their smiles tell you?
Personally, I think that people will show you what they want to show you. And it’s easier to accept how they choose to appear in front of us if we don’t know much about them.
It’s not on how long but how deep the friendship has been.
We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness.
When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
It’s true that we all cry for so many reasons. Often, we cry because of pain but, sometimes even for happiness. To be honest, I feel that crying is a personal thing. It’s not something you share to most of your friends because it creates too many stories. Tears are just controversial because they say a lot about how you feel on something. Even if you don’t intend to. Tears pretty much explain everything your words can’t. Unless of course you’re very good at faking it.
I remember the last time I cried, and it’s not because of happiness nor because I was sad. It’s because of an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. (I am only at the season 11 of the series so please, no spoilers.) Yea, yea. I am one of those people who cry over these things. I don’t know why my tears are so low when it comes to fiction stories but when it comes to my own rough times, my eyes are all dried up.
Actually, I don’t ever remember having tears of joy. I am no dense but you can also say I am not as expressive as most people. Although, I can say that whenever I feel very excited, I smile endlessly.
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . . home. . . soil. . . rain. Use those words in the title of your post.
“There is Comfort in Growth”
We normally feel safe and comfortable in our home. It’s the place we can come to whenever we are troubled. There’s no place like home, they said. The feeling of being able to lay on your own bed does not compare to the heartiest breakfast from your favorite Bed and Breakfast. Not only because your sheets look familiar, but because they’re also familiar to your skin. Apparently, they made a very good connection. But, home doesn’t always mean a house with your family in it. Or your apartment with your roommate. Home is where you’re comfortable and safe and loved. It could be someone’s embrace, or your career. Or maybe simply wherever your heart is.
It is very satisfying to get that cozy feeling of being at home, which is why it’s never wrong to try something different besides your usual comfortable routine. Especially when it’s for your own growth. We are not given a lifetime to settle for what’s only safe. It should also be a place that is comforting at the same time. It should be able to make you feel good about yourself. Change is always coming, we are forced to cope. There is a beginning and ending to all things new; but that doesn’t mean we have to treat change as if it’s some kind of a disease that we would eventually get rid of with the right amount of medicine called resistance.
Rain comes in our lives. Storms even. We are poured with too many feelings and trials we’re often not ready to face. But they say, you can stay home, enjoy your coffee and stare out the window all day long. Or you can also step outside, and feel the water fall down your skin. Eventually, you’ll learn to enjoy the cold. When it gets colder that it gets beyond your liking anymore, you can go back home. Maybe have some coffee, too. I think you’ll savor the smell of it and like the hot mug against your hands better after you’ve enjoyed the cold. What I’m trying to say is that, a little change may not be harmful. In fact, sometimes change can bring comfort to our lives.
Choose to see the greatness in everything. Believe in the good change can bring.
Honestly evaluate the way you respond to crisis situations. Are you happy with the way you react?
When in a crisis situation, I feel very uptight. I feel that all the next moves should be perfect because nothing more could go wrong. It’s like, I could not handle any more trouble that can worsen the situation. But, I’m glad that I haven’t gotten to the point where I yell at people around. I stay as clam to the best I can. Normally, I keep quiet so there’s less chance of lashing out on someone.
I don’t feel very proud of the way I react to these instances. I know that staying quiet is better than lecturing people around like it’s their fault things are unwell. But, in those situations, I’m pretty sure my face would show I’m not as calm as how I’m trying to show. People would sense I’m being very cautious. Which is not very good either.
Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.
This topic is so timely because recently, I was very good at self depreciating. I have never felt so less comfortable about my capabilities. But, lately, I’ve been trying to get back on my feet.
Okay, so my favorite thing about myself. Here we go. I think that thing I love about me is when there are moments when I really want to have fun, I just try to be spontaneous. I like it when I allow my self to just go with the flow. Although I keep control of the situation that I wouldn’t go so far behind the limit line, I still find myself lost in time. I like it when you don’t care how long you’ve hovered from real work like school and stuffs.
I’ll put in more words when I make another entry on Random Facts about ME!