We are always trying to wait for the “right time,” only to later realize that there isn’t enough time.
Get your happiness NOW, achieve your goals NOW, chase your dreams NOW, express yourself NOW, follow your heart NOW.
Time doesn’t wait for anyone, and death doesn’t give you a pass when it’s ready to take you.
-Kbeautifulmind
Life can be a bit stressful at times.
Situations can make you hopeless and at times make you want to just give up!
I got two word of advise for you…
“Be Joyful”
Life is a difficult journey but, besides that it is a beautiful journey and no matter what you are going through…
you are going to be okay.
As long as you are joyful…
hopeful…
you are going to be okay.
-Kbeautfulmind
Her strength;
Anyone could see,
anyone could feel.
It was something that beamed off of her, and poured itself into you.
She helped people.
She made people believe again; not just in themselves but, in whatever they were fearing.
She had that light inside of her, that made you want to kiss every word she said.
Her strength;
It was something she gave you,
something she shared with you.
-Kbeautifulmind
At the beginning everyone is there…
But, life goes on.
Life goes on for everyone…
Even if it doesn’t go on for you…
Find acceptance.
-Kbeautifulmind
Keep going.
The pain will pass.
I know it’s hard…
I know the tunnel seems long…
I know the tunnel is dark…
I know the tunnel makes you feel frightened…
I know it feels like you will never get to the other end…
I know it seems like the light is too far away…
But, keep going.
The pain will pass.
-Kbeautifulmind
One of the hardest things on this earth for me, is seeing people suffer.
I want to help EVERYONE.
I want to help all of those I love that are in pain.
I want to help strangers, when I come across them and see that they are in pain.
Shoot… I want to help the people I see on “TV” that are in pain.
But, I know that I can’t help everyone.
I can’t heel everyone.
But maybe, just maybe…
My words will encourage as many people as possible.
Hang in there ya’ll.
Whatever it is, even if it doesn’t seem like it…
It WILL pass.
As long as you don’t give up!
When I was younger, I’d shut down.
My way of dealing with my emotions, was to not speak to anyone.
My mom hated it!
When I was about twelve, or so?
My mom started dating a guy who she was really excited about, and during that time she was leaving me more with my sitter to go on dates with him.
I got home after dance one night asking her “what’s for dinner? Did you make enchiladas!?” (excited voice)
Her response was… “No, I’m going to order you a pizza instead, your nina is going to watch you and I’ll be home a little later.”
I was so upset…
I shut down, went into my room, and locked the door.
My mom kept asking me to open the door, and I wouldn’t respond.
I made her skip the date.
Hours later she was angry and yelled “Kelsey, pro favor! Stop this, what is going on?”
I opened the door and yelled “I’ll tell you what’s going on, you are so worried about being a (insert mean word here) that you don’t care about me anymore!”
SMACK!
My mom smacked me so hard, she bruised my face.
My mom had never hit me, ever.
But I had also NEVER called her anything like I did that night.
Days later…
Many sorry’s later…
I still was not speaking to my mom.
So she bought me a Journal.
and she said…
“You don’t need to talk to me. You don’t need to forgive me. But you have to stop doing this to yourself! I’m worried about you mija, whenever anything happens, at school, here, ANYTHING, even stuff that isn’t under your control, you shut down! This isn’t good for your health, it doesn’t help me understand what’s wrong, and it scares me.
So do it for you, for me, or for who ever but let it out some way?”
I remember looking at that journal thinking… This is stupid…
and many journals later…
about four years ago…
I opened my blog…
Kbeautifulmind.com
My grammar STINKS.
I get criticized ALL THE TIME.
My friends text me…
“Hey you miss spelled”
“Hey you forgot this”
“Hey that is supposed to say this”
I was the kid who was good at math.
However, writing makes me feel better, it helps me and I know some of my pieces have helped others.
So, no matter how much criticism I receive.
I am a writer.
-Kbeautifulmind
Today I realized that I am a “chance” taker.
I take chances.
Mostly emotionally, but I take chances.
I wear my heart on my sleeve and I try to always see the very best in every single person I come across.
I am not sure what it is but, I believe that everyone comes into our lives for a reason.
It might not always be a good reason, but in the end…
there is always a reason.
Putting myself out there works, for me.
I do not allow my pride to hold me back…
I feel, and I express it loudly with out a care in the world.
If you hurt me, you’ll know.
If you make me happy, you’ll know.
If I am angry, you’ll know.
and sadness,
oh sadness…
it’s probably one of my most painful faces I can show.
My tears are there, and the pain pokes out my clothes.
Not only can you see my emotions, but if you are close enough…
you can feel them.
But I can say it works for me, this is how I live.
I don’t pretend, I can’t.
I’m real, I’m raw, and sometimes it’s ugly…
but everyone has an ugly.
I don’t wait, at least not anymore.
I use to wait, hide, shield…
My mom would tell me… “Smile, wipe those tears and smile. Do not let others see your weakness.”
Many times she’d say “Ay Kelsey, you are too sensitive.”
As I grew I learned how to compose my emotions (Don’t worry I don’t walk around in public crying or something like that…)
I do smile, but I allow myself to feel and express myself first.
I approach the situation how I feel is correct or will work for me.
Once I’ve done that; I can finally breathe, look forward, and move on.
Therefor…
I take chances, and I am finally accepting that.
I am okay with this.
I know that sometimes I WILL get exactly what I want from taking these chances…
but,
sometimes…
Sometimes, I will get hurt.
Sometimes the outcome just won’t be what I wanted.
Sometimes I won’t get what I was hoping for.
and sometimes, or many times…
I will be disappointed.
I am okay with this.
Because I can at least live, knowing I took the chance that my heart told me to take.
Today I realized that I am a “chance” taker.
I take chances.
But, I actually live.
If I died tomorrow, I would go in peace knowing that I actually lived…
How many people can actually say that?
Some people die a long time before their hearts stop beating, I refuse to be one of them.
-Kbeautifulmind
To be able to write about the pain, is more than others can do.
Most people can’t ever speak of it, or face it again.
They lose touch, or emotion towards what happened.
They grow silent, bitter, angry…
and no one can seem to understand why?
They bury it.
To write of the pain, and speak of the hate you feel…
It’s brave…
and a *privilege not many are blessed with.
-Kbeautifulmind
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