The End of January


If you think about it, every month could be a world, and so a world could end every time the clock struck midnight on the last day of the year. It’s like how different life forms can have shorter lives. Imagine living an entire lifetime in a month. Or a week. Or a day. 

This is sometimes how I feel about the months that pass. Like some part of me is born and some part of me dies at the turn of every month. It’s not a bad thing, but sometimes I find myself drenched in sadness at the end of a month, wondering what part of me I might lose. 

It’s not like this huge part of me. It’s just some tiny part of me that I lose when the month passes. Maybe I think about it too much, or maybe other people think about it too little. I mean, if you can shed thousands of skins cells in a day, can’t you shed some internal part of yourself in a month?

It’s kind of beautiful, right? We’re always changing and leaving part of us behind, which is why sometimes I’m glad I post a blog, because I don’t feel like I’m losing so much when I can write down everything.

I don’t take advantage of that enough. I write about silly things a lot because I’m avoiding those things, and then I lose them and I wonder what happened. What happened is that sometimes we disregard the most real parts of us because we’re scared, and we’re both relieved and saddened when we lose those parts of ourselves.

Or am I just rambling?

Love ya!

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About mylifeinheartbeats

Telea is an aspiring Musician who spends too much time aspiring to be a Writer who thinks she's a Comedian. There's not much more to know, except for everything. Telea has a tendency to not think before she speaks or acts. She enjoys chocolate, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. She wants to get to know you, so please send her your Name, Address, and SSN. Telea promises that, though she has indeed committed one count of Lewd and Lascivious behavior (to be tried under a court of law), she is a good person and will not intentionally harm you/expose herself to you/hate you for your stupid perspectives/axe-murder you. Telea believes in the greater good, Nutella, peace, free love for all, and snuggles. She chooses Bacon over you, unless you come bearing bacon. She is a fat woman trapped inside a curvy woman's body. She is not for sale unless the price tag you put on her has something to do with world peace. She will sell herself for world peace. She hopes in the deepest of her heart places that you will enjoy her blog and find reason to follow it. Telea thanks you.

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