Your Secret is Safe with Me (But We All Know)

Your Secret is Safe with Me

How many haven’t heard a friend say those words before — in person, over the phone? While on speakerphone… I’ve learned the hard way that the best kept secret is that which never leaves your big mouth. It is extremely likely that your BFF is not my BFF, and if I trust you, it is because you’ve passed the years-long arduous trustworthiness test, and I fully expect you to abide by these unwritten rules of confidentiality.

Let this be a reminder to us all that the secrets we promise to hold aren’t up for show.

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I Think I’m Ready

I think I’m ready to live my life the way I wanted.

I think I’m ready to live my life and not look back.
I think I’m ready to see more than white and black;
to fly a little, to wake up late
no voices saying to face the day.

Sit in complete silence from dawn to dawn,
stay up ’til inspiration is gone.
In search of independence I’ve run away,
but the road is long, I’m halfway.

I miss sometimes the days I could write,
when I borrowed verses from the night;
the same old nights that made me ill,
but things seemed always a bit more chill.

Tranquil hibernation is what I long
in a chaotic world that’s gone so wrong.

I think I’m ready to let go of the past.
I think I’m ready to make my way out of the glass;
to mix the air with different waters, shake well,
barefoot walk on grass, break the spell.

I think I ought to live my life, I must.
Letting go would hurt less, at long last.

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Exes: You’ll Be Alright

First comes the problems,
then it's the fights,
then the denial,
then, boom – goodbye.
One remote day, though,
healed over time,
you become friends again,
hang out 'til sunrise.
You'll be alright.


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Babe, You’re Already Official

The madness of this rapidly “socialized” world is wrapping me with its poisonous dew.

Getting lost. We are getting lost. Forgetting. Forgetting our nature, our purpose, what really matters. Suddenly, being everything on social media is…everything. Since when? If we’re not making a living out of it, what do we earn from it?

I remember reading a post from a sort of “famous” Instagram username the other day. It said:

She wondered how she could have so many followers and so few friends…

Whether those were her words or not; whether that’s her reality or not, it is true for many. So many. In fact, most popular people in Hollywood could probably relate. Some have the world at their feet yet can’t conquer happiness.

Fun. Trying to answer my own question, I think I do it for fun. But am I being honest? We as human require —or think we do require— so much validation. And then there’s narcissism. The media keep talking about this new narcissistic era, but aren’t we all then? Except for the people who are smart (?) enough to avoid social media, we are all guilty. If I am, if people like me are narcissistic, I fail to see how it is harmful.

But, then again, technology just keeps advancing. What if this is THE way and it’s here to stay? We’re stuck with something awful. Or perhaps something wonderful? Just recently I was reading the story of twins separated at birth and reunited through Facebook. How insanely amazing is that?! They would’ve never been able to do that before the Internet. And that’s only one of the many mysteries solved thanks to social media. That’s the great thing about this all.

Going back to why we do it, in trying to answer my question I remembered that, when you have something to promote, as in (ahem) a book or a business, those “follows” and those “likes” go a long way. It’s like the “virtual word of mouth.” It’s a great tool for free marketing. Otherwise, I hope you have a sense of humor.

In my case, if I weren’t on social media mainly for promotion purposes, I don’t know if by now I could have borne being on it at all. A few times, I’ve thought about quitting Facebook, for instance, but then remember (and try to get it in my head) that I’m not on there for personal reasons. Not especially. I no longer care to keep in touch with people through the most dramatic platform ever; that’s what Instagram is for. Okay, that’s the second worst. I don’t think you can snoop as much (considering you’re into that kind of sh*t), but Twitter is more sane. Take your love there if you must.

My original question though, was, does it validate you in society? The number of followers and the “likes” you collect, does it mean anything in real life? If not enough people “like” it, does it mean your opinion doesn’t matter and your look is underwhelming? Believe me, having a ton of people interacting with you and following your every post is pretty darn cool. But, remember; you can live without outside validation. The only one you need is your own. Your existence counts and your approval is the most important one.


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Wooden Scars

Lately, I find myself in one of those moods when anything may turn into a lovely art-piece. I’ve learned to look at the positive of not-so-positive moments, turning them into poetry or, in my head, a symphony.

I’ve learned to appreciate the smallest things. The other day, as I was cleaning, a scratch on the console table made me stop and think about what I was seeing. It was a thought of appreciation. I ran my fingers through the small crater and followed its shape. Beautiful, I thought, as I wiped away the dust.

Maybe it isn’t really beautiful and I’m being overly sentimental and dramatic (because I just moved and it brought back memories), or maybe there really is something heart-warming about the old furniture that have spent so many birthdays with us.

Things, just like someones, also have a lifespan. Our scars — physical or emotional — remind us of the pain we’ve endured; scratches on furniture are also scars, wooden scars, and they remind us of paths we’ve traveled and steps we’ve given, sometimes literally. How I banged my toe on the claws-like feet of the same table, for example. Or how loose the screws on the coffee table are from moving it so many times from place to place. They’re memories worth keeping.

The old me would have wanted that table out, in the garbage, ready for a brand new piece because that’s what most people do. But today, I think I want it in. I think, from now on, it is not old until it’s old. Like, completely useless.

I never thought I’d look at a scratch on a piece of furniture as something precious, but time and life change us. These simple little things, which I never before cared for, for some reason now mean everything.

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Free Spirit

I wasn’t always free.
The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in,
year after year, removing the shame layer by layer,
until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained.
It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since.


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Inspire Me, Inspiration You!

As you walk down the street, or flick your hair, or move your feet, or throw your hands in the air, a work of art is being based on you.

As you work your way up and pave your way though, someone is rooting for you.

As you do something as simple as being yourself, you're inspiring someone right now. So do us all a favor and keep doing that; keep being an inspiration, keep being YOU.


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