Thursday, 6 November 2014

Our Word.

Words. We are all a word. Our word can be passion, strength, courage, determination. Or maybe your word is brat, alcoholic, spoiled... Asshole. We all have a word. Finding that word, or finding a word we want to become, finding a word that's exactly who we are is tough. What's even harder then finding a word though is knowing our word, and not being proud of it. Despising who we are at the very core, that's a tragedy.


I don't know what my word is right now. I'm a girlfriend, daughter, sister, friend, rider, writer, runner (when my knees don't suck), employee, co-worker, teacher, listener, talker, rap lover, amazing dancer (liar), the point is, I'm a lot of things. None of these things are my word though. I strive for my word to be quaintrelle… "A women who emphasizes a life of passion expressed through personal style, leisurely past times, charm, and cultivation of lives pleasures." Or meraki "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work." I strive for these words but right now I am not these words. I hope that one day my word will be one of these ones. Right now my word is tenacious "holding together; cohesive; not easily pulled asunder; tough."

I give myself this word because I don't break easily. Do I get rattled easily? Yeah, 100%. But break? Not me. It takes a lot to truly break me… thinking back on it I have only been broken twice. Both times were at the loss of someone close to me. It's okay to break though… we will all break a few times in our life so we must learn to break and then rebuild. Then break and rebuild again, and again, and again. That's life. It's not fair but it is what it is. Every breath we suck in is a gift and every time we break we are gifted with the opportunity to rebuild. To start fresh.

We all share that word, gift. Every life is a beautiful gift that we must appreciate. We must learn to love everyone for everything that they are because there is no person exactly like them, no two people share the exact same words. We cannot lose someone and then replace them with other. Just the same, we cannot find two people who's words perfectly balance out our words.

I like that. I like that I am irreplaceable in that sense.

Much Love,

Megan

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