We all stood grasping one another’s hands, in this moment Nash, Greta, Hank and myself knew it was time where we all had too take our last leap. This was the last part of our journey before we truly flourished to our true potentials!
It was time the entire class of graduates stood below chanting our names it was so empowering, but dare tell you not when you have yet too go too this exstent to take this leap from a 2 story building just to reach our apparent full potentials and let the wind take us seemed awfully HORRIFYING!
Who was first?! We had too go this one alone?! Will we all make it or will some fail will I fail?
That moment another comes too you and tells you something near and dear.
That moment another tells you this is just between me and you.
That moment you have something big no other knows.
That moment when you are too keep your lips sealed.
That moment you have a secret but can you keep it?
How does one tell a well structured story, when life is absolute chaos?
Chaos is normality is it not? Reality is we’re all living in our own chaos. Whether that be the overflow of bills, the 9-5 job and keeping on top of house work and let’s not forget the children don’t forget them!
Chaos is realistically life, if life wasn’t though and we didn’t have those speed bumps or those surprises. Be those are not always good surprises that come along throwing us off track how would you have anything too write about?
Chaos makes the story it’s real, sometimes things do get tough and we all feel that sensation of being a crumbling fumbling mess. It’s important too remember make time for the things you love but also make time too talk about the chaos sometimes talking or writing helps make sense of it all.
Be good to yourself because your the one in the centre of the chaos, we all need to get it out talk about the CHAOS. Venting is the best kind of therapy ❤️
Ones pain from another’s is what we tend too compare in a moment of weakness. We each as a person have felt this terrible overwhelming feeling of not being able too go on a time when we have felt weak wanting too hide away from the viscous cycle of life.
The roller coaster that life takes us on is that of a bumpy one thrilling, exciting but one the scariest.
At times you do need too shut your eyes and hold on tight. The hardest part is when your frightened and overwhelmed too remember it will get better the exciting part is coming you just have too brace yourself get through the scary bit.
Never give up hope where there is dark there is light, good and the bad comes with everything you just have too choose what you see.
Looking beyond what you see, the assumption a lot of people make is too not investigate and to close off as they assume they know from a gaze at the exterior.
Society is all about appearances, it’s portrayed that perfection is reality and that imperfection is to be moulded.
When the most beautiful things are unique, one a kind and unable too replicate. These are the things we remember and never forget.
Ones perfection is not the same as another.
It was a Monday evening around 7.30pm, sadly I was feeling the usual evening slumber trying to adult and not fall asleep.
When I here this strange noise, it appears to be coming from the basement. So I figure I’ll go ahead and suss the situation out. Making sure to grab my torch as the basement light had blown about a month ago but yes I haven’t quiet got around too changing it!
I head down the staircase torch on heading down into the dark and frightening basement only being able too see as much as my torch will allow me! Which is not a lot as it’s old and it’s my tiny one I bought back in high school for camp.
I head toward the noise it sounds like a tick tick tick tick noise, not something I can familiarise with any other noise I’ve heard. Perhaps it’s a bomb, or it could be an old stop watch ticking away or it could just be the simple fact I’m going nuts and it’s all in my head.
The noise is getting louder and I’m getting more and more scared to be honest it’s freezing down here and all I have is this poor excuse for a torch. But I am strong I am and independent women, breathe girl breathe, shoulders back and whoooosa you have got this.
I’m right under the staircase there is a lot of old pieces of junk I have thrown under here, I see an old mirror it’s coming from under it!!!
I take a deep breathe and shut my eyes count to 3 and lift it quickly…. You will never guess what I found a BOMB! A fukin bomb on the back of a RAT!!!!!!!!!!
