I can’t recall ever being stressed and heart broken. I’ve also never been alone to deal with my own anguish. I’ve always had another to fall into and cry. I am 21 and although I am not great age, I am also no longer a child. I seek independence and strength. If I can survive standing on my own two feet I can survive in this life.
I am often reminded that life is a balance of good and bad. When there is so much good in life, there is also a lot of bad.
I’ve been to a lot of places. I’ve seen half of Australia, and half of New Zealand, I’ve seen a lot of Europe, parts of the Middle East, a little bit of Asia, and now I’ve got a good view of the Pacific Islands too. I’ve been to over 20 countries in four different continents and I think that’s pretty cool for someone who isn’t really that old.
The worst part about winter is sometimes I want to body scrub, shower, moisturise but it’s too cold. So I’m just a gross dirt bag.
Every time I watch the episodes of Sex and the City where Samantha has the relationship with the beautiful Brazilian painter lady I am filled with jealousy. I want that.
In this past year I have felt a great shift within myself and the universe I am a part of. I have found that love, compassion, and gorgeous energy is where ever I want it to be. If I want to feel it, it is as simple as conscious thought. My depressed outer shell has slowly flaked away. I found myself thinking of my surroundings rather than myself in my surroundings. I am happy. I’m unbelievably rich with happiness. Very recently, I’ve been thinking of ways to share my happiness. I’ve very simply been making a conscious effort to be honest and project as much love and positive energy to everyone I meet. I’ve been trying to walk slower and be more aware, rather than rushing to places I don’t need to be. But I still feel like I need to do more, project more, I have more to give. I am so unsure about this next step.