Feeling safe

As a kid I always attached myself to someone pretty much everywhere I went. It made me feel like I belonged there and made me feel safe. At home it was my brother or my dad, at my grandparents it was my grandpa, outside it was this dog that I had bonded with. Sometimes the people I attached myself weren’t nice to me but I didn’t care, as long as I felt safe with them it didn’t matter.

Sometimes I still attach myself to people but the problem is if that person isn’t there then I feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. I generally like to think that I can take care of myself and protect myself but I only feel that way when I am with somebody.

It’s funny cause I guess that makes people my safety blanket.

It’s important for people to feel safe. We may not realize it but I think that many of us have a safety blanket or a habit we have that makes us feel safe.

Your impact on the world.

We all hope that one day we will change the world in a big way. We want to make an impact that others will remember. But what is it that makes us want to change the world? Is it because we want to make the world a better place? Or is it because we want to be recognized for making an impact?

Here’s what I’ve been thinking. God put us all here for a reason, we all make an impact on the world no matter how big or small that impact is. Other people may never know what impact we had but does it matter? Without you the world would be really different. We are all important, we all have our own stories and our lives impact other peoples stories which may start a chain reaction.

So here’s what I’m saying, even if we’re not curing cancer or ending world hunger we are changing the world.

Here’s something I want you to think about, what is it about the world that you want to change, and why do you want to change it?

We all have something in us that makes us want to make an impact but why? Do you have a will to change the world and make it a better place? Or do you want to get famous?

Just some things to think about.

Thanks for reading!

Storyteller

I have been blogging for almost a year and I love it! I don’t have a ton of followers and I don’t get a lot of likes but when I do get even one like I know I have something to be proud of.

This will be my 100th post! So that’s pretty cool.

Anyway let’s get into this post.

I consider myself an artist. No I don’t draw or paint but I do tell a story. I am a storyteller. I am a dancer, I am a writer, I am a photographer.

But why? Why is it important to me to tell a story? Because a story makes you feel things, a story makes you think and imagine. Everyone had a story, what’s yours? How do you tell it?

An artist is a storyteller. Dance tells a story through movement, photography tells a story through a picture you may have to imagine it and think about it but the story is there, and writing helps you express the story. All of these tell a story in a different way and they may tell a different story but the story is there.

We all have a story and we all want to share our stories but sometimes we don’t know how, I sometimes tell my story through other peoples stories or through fiction. How do you tell yours?

In a way we are all storytellers we just all need to find out voice and someone to listen.

The bench

Take a look at the featured image. You’re probably asking yourself why I’m making you stare at an empty bench, what’s the meaning of this picture? What story is it telling?

This is one of my favorite pictures, the bench is empty now but it’s not always that way. Just think of all the people who have sat there think of all the stories that bench could tell you if it could talk. How many single mothers have sat there trying to calm her hyper kids down so she can have just one second of peace, how many young couples sat there talking about the future, how many confused teenagers wondering about whether they would pass their next test sat there?

I find myself looking at this picture for almost hours just imagining the stories that have begun and ended there. It may seem insignificant but think about it, how many lost people have sat there wondering if life is worth whatever struggle they’re going through? How many friend groups sat there laughing at some story or joke someone was telling? How many families had a picnic there?

It’s these things that make you think and imagine and wonder. Maybe that bench was where two people met, maybe they fell in love. Maybe that was where two people realized they didn’t love each other. Maybe here somebody decided to keep fighting and maybe here somebody decided to give up. Whatever stories are in this bench, whatever stories it could tell doesn’t it make you curious? Life stories have always fascinated me and this one little bench in the middle of this small park knows more life stories then we may ever know.

 

What is beauty?

Is beauty when I have my true face hidden behind a mask of powder and cream? Is beauty perfect hair, perfect eyes? Or maybe a perfect smile?

In this world; yes. This world claims to want you to be your own person, but only as long as you meet their standards.

They say things like “True beauty is on the inside,” and “We are all beautiful,” but do they mean It? Well yes they mean It, as long as you are visibly attractive according to their guidelines.

In the morning we stand in front of the mirror judging ourselves, covering our skin in make up. But will you be perfect? Once you’ve filled in your eyebrows and turned your lips cherry red have you successfully achieved perfection?

Just because the media says something will make you beautiful by promising flawless skin and hair means nothing.

I too am guilty of standing in front of a mirror and convincing myself that I am not beautiful. This is the biggest lie I have ever told, this is the biggest lie you will ever hear.

So look again. Find one thing you love about yourself. Your eyes, your nose, that freckle on your cheek, or your dimples and hold on to that. Remember somewhere in the world somebody is standing in front of a mirror wishing they had your blue eyes, or your dimples, maybe they want your curly hair or maybe they want your smile.

Remember you don’t have to be perfect in the world’s eyes because the world is wrong. The world has everything twisted. You don’t need to fill in your eyebrows or curl your hair today. You don’t have to cover up to be beautiful. So do yourself a favor put the make up down, look yourself in the eye, smile and tell yourself “I am beautiful,” and repeat this until you believe it. If you don’t believe it, if you don’t believe that you are beautiful you’re lying to yourself.