I once wrote a post that I’ve since deleted which was centered around a quote that when loosely translated said, “…because sometimes only a piece of paper will listen to our hearts.”
I know chances are you’re wondering why I deleted the post. Let’s just say you know those vulnerable text messages you send then quickly delete even though the receiver has already seen them? Yup that pretty much sums it up.
I know the first two paragraphs probably have you somewhat confused considering what I said the piece had been centered on and why I since then deleted it. Let me explain.
I recall how someone once told me that they didn’t read my blog posts because they found them too long. Btw I write as much I speak so if you think my blog posts are lengthy you can only imagine the long drawn out conversations you would have with me in person. Anyway back to the topic at hand.
I understand that the world is changing rapidly and we are in an era in which people are always busy but we are also a generation that does not read. So I reckon that if my blog posts are the only thing that some people read I need to make it worthwhile hence I always strive to tackle the crux of the topic which sometimes results in lengthy pieces and to be honest I never feel as though I’ve tackled some topics enough.
However how many times have you held something in for a prolonged period of time because you felt no one would listen or even understand? In my case I then use paper (this blog) to put my thoughts into context. This is where the quote which that piece was centered on comes into play. Sometimes we use external sources like music, painting, dancing, writing etc to convey our feelings because we feel no one would understand or listen to our hearts. I’m all too familiar with how that feels hence I strive to be the person to you, the one that listens to the words unspoken and shows understanding through my writing. We are always so consumed by our own lives that we don’t take time for others and we’d be surprised at how much correlation our stories have to one another if only we took the time to stop and listen or in my case read.
The point that I’m trying to make here is that when I wrote that piece I felt disheartened at the lack of response my blog was receiving, how it almost didn’t count and even considered giving up. A friend of mine and I even had a whole discussion about how people are celebrated for their booty’s and I can’t even get enough appraisals for my brain. Don’t get me wrong I love me some booty, hell I even asked God why He didn’t give me a big ass stripper booty but considering how I can’t even behave with the one I’ve got now I guess God saw fitting that I stay as I am. In all honesty though, as much as I wanted my blog to be of success hence I poured my heart out, it was my friend’s gentle reminder that not everyone will understand or support what I’m about but I cannot let it stop me from living out what I know that I’m about, that lead me to be able to write this piece and somewhat reiterate the previous one. To not allow myself to be subjected to conforming to what the world wants.
And that’s it, that’s the blog post. It’s about not conforming. When I started this blog my intention was to use it as a medium of therapy to share my story which hopefully had some correlation to the next person that could help them along their journey too and if not they could learn and take something from my journey. As much as I’ve wanted this blog to be aesthetically pleasing and you know I love my aesthetics that’s not what my blog is about overall. Feelings, emotions and thoughts cannot always be neatly packed into short sweet words and beautiful images and that’s what I am about. I understand that’s not what the world always wants but you have to do what sits well with your soul.
This goes for everything and everyone. Don’t let the world coax you into believing that you need to be a certain way or do certain things in order to be validated. Don’t trade your honesty for relatability. You’d be surprised to know who is cheering you on to keep on going.
So run your own race at your own pace and know that there is a different script for all our lives. We will all peak and dip, what matters most is not to measure our progress to that of others. Keep doing you, following your own rules and believing in yourself. With that being said, I wish you…
Love and light and lots of luck