LIFE

Let me slap your face with this one hard and obvious FACT: Life is not easy. It never was and never will be.

From the smallest troubles to the biggest issues - everyone gets a taste of life’s daily dose of challenges and by the term everyone, it means no one is an exception. We all experience downfalls every once in awhile. This is why the true problem isn’t really about relationships or priorities or finances or all those whatnot. The real deal is all about attitude. People tend to let things get the better of them. Every minute of ever hour, every hour of everyday; not one passes without a complaint.

There are those people who find it hard to be happy, who find it hard to get rid of stress, who find it hard to even smile. and it’s because they let pressure consume them completely. On the other hand, there are also people who have this sunshiny-bright-side atmosphere, who, in spite of all the crises going on around them, still find reasons to celebrate and appreciate life. Happiness is a choice, and that’s what they chose.

Clare

Day 2 Write a brief, intriguing opening line (think Poe’s use of “nevermore”). Then, use that line at least three times throughout the course of your story or poem.

When she speaks, the world comes to a halt
Words flow from her lips like melted gold
Her wit might wound you, so fools, beware
She’s filled with love and her name is Clare

Darkness once covered her bright, young world
But she found solace in Shakespeare’s words
Her pen wove dreams and love with her flair
She is magic and her name is Clare

Her mind is an abyss of wonder
What pulls her down just makes her stronger
A headstrong lass with a smile to share
She is my friend and her name is Clare

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Ten Women I Have Been Warned Against Becoming (R.I.D.)

I used to be THE NEEDY ONE: “I have heard how others spit when they talk about how she gave you everything and you shoved it back down her throat until she choked on it, until she came back crawling and asked you what she did, until her palms and knees were scraped for want of just a little affection - never be this woman, I’m told, because she’s a joke and the joke is that she dared to have more emotion than you did. The truth is, I’m told, the one who cares less in a partnership is the one who wins. I didn’t know this was a competition.”

And then, I became THE SOULMATE: “Never love romance more than you love being cynical. Never show weakness, never like pink, never think maybe you might find someone nice and settle down with them. Someone will find you, I was told. And if you’re lucky, he’ll put up with you when you start getting old. Never be the woman who believes in happily ever after, never be dumb enough to think maybe someone could love you after all of your mistakes. It has nothing to do with whether or not a family is important to you and you’re in a good place where a relationship would make your life better - you’re not a princess. You don’t get married, you settle.”

And, at the same time, I became THE BEAUTIFUL ONE: “The long hair or the slim waist or the pretty eyes or the lips like bowstrings. This woman looks good in everything because she’s confident in whatever you put her in. She’ll cut her hair short on you no matter how you like it, she’ll wear high heels and step on your opinions, she’ll look hot as hell no matter what size she is. See, the reason you can’t trust her is because women like this don’t need your permission, they’ll do as they please and get away with it. They’ll say no to you, over and over. Teach your daughters that beautiful means dangerous, teach them to distrust women who love themselves. Equate beautiful with vapid, equate pretty with stupid, take their power from them. Say they’re vain for their make-up, refuse to see them without it. These women are snakes, they are serpents. I said maybe the problem lies with you being unable to control yourself and I was old to get off my pedestal.”

But I grew. I learned. I changed.

Now, I am THE FIRECRACKER: “AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND I WON’T FUCKING REGRET IT I’M NOT YOUR PRETTY GIRL I’M NOT YOUR ANYTHING I’M PERFECT, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP WHAT I’M DOING. I DON’T WANT TO BE ‘LADYLIKE’ THAT LITERALLY MEANS NOTHING I’M NOT GOING TO STOP STANDING UP AND DEMANDING WHAT’S COMING TO ME. I’M GONNA BE SOMEBODY. I’M GONNA MAKE THEM REMEMBER ME. I REFUSE TO BE OVERSHADOWED IN HISTORY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO CREATE BUT YOU MADE ME A DRAGON YOU PUT ME IN THE FIRE AND WHEN I STOPPED BURNING I LEARNED HOW TO GLOW DON’T THINK YOU CAN STOP ME YOU CAN’T TAME A TORNADO.”

She smiles.

But is it real? How do you know? How can you tell?

She smiles. But it does not always reflect what she feels inside. How can you smile in the dark? Yes, she’s afraid. Will you love her still?

She smiles. She still has that little piece of hope, buried underneath the messy covers of her messy life.

She smiles. She’s dying to be happy. Dying to live.

Will you try hard enough? Won’t you give up?

She smiles. And those lips say, “I’m fine.” Will you believe? What if you leave her alone? Are you sure you’ll still see her tomorrow? The next day? The day after that? Are you sure of her smile?

Don’t let her go when she smiles and waves goodbye. That’s when the fear kicks in — in those moments when she turns and walks away, wondering if someone will stop her. Or if everyone will just let her walk on and on, not even noticing the way she fades away, disappearing into the point of no return.

She smiles.

Are you sure?

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