People get so obsessed
with how much money they are going to make,
how significant their career is,
with how “important” they think they have to be.
What they don’t understand,
is that money comes and goes,
careers will come only from passion,
it has absolutely nothing to do
with any of these things.
What makes you strong
is not doing everything on your own,
but having the ability
to let others help you.
My favorite kind of Thursday night
is the rainy kind,
the kind where I can sit at home in my sweatpants
with vodka in a wine glass,
my best friend,
and my favorite movie
in the dim lighting of my cozy living room.
I am not going to call just anyone
to keep me company,
because this space is where my heart is.
I couldn’t possibly let someone in it
who does not know how much it means to me.
All I want to say to you is,
“Please come over.
I just want to hold you tonight.”
The basis of a friendship
is not taking advantage of another person.
So when you tell me you want to be friends,
after you’ve used me
to figure out how you feel about another person,
like a kid who tries out Lucky Charms for a week
and then realizes he still likes Cheerios,
I cannot trust your friendship.
Because I am the half-eaten box of colorful cereal that sits in your pantry.
You opened me up,
had a taste,
and then picked at me until you took out all of your favorite pieces.
I understand that kids don’t apologize to different shapes of marshmallows,
but you are more grown up than that,
and so am I.
My success will never be measured
by how much I have done,
but how much I have loved while doing it.
It is both a blessing and a curse,
to feel so connected to others.
To feel so alive
in their joy
and so hurt
in their pain,
and then to have to let it go
as though I never knew what it felt like.
I’m not sure if this is a strength
or a weakness.
And so I write,
with the hope that typing out these words
will clear out the chaos in my heart.