Excuse me my child...
[terri nguyen] on
Sat, April 24, 2010 at 1:35 AM Simply smile. Smile at me for just a while. Don’t say a single word. Let me sit next to you and dive into this moment. Breathe in life and exhale my stress away. Shh…there’s no need to speak of words of wisdom today. It’s not that I won’t listen to what you have to say. It’s just that I have had a long day and the last thing I need, is to drown myself into another pool of thoughts. Please disregard any misconception you might’ve concocted in your head while you’re sitting there wondering if I had lost my mind. No, it’s all in tact. My hypothalamus, medulla oblongata and cerebrum are working just fine. I’m just having one of those days. The weight of the world has finally taken a tow over me and I just needed to escape for a moment, this very moment, release my worries into the air and just breathe. Are you breathing? Better yet, are you still listening? Great, let me scream to the top of my lungs. My mind has been racing all week. The one-second I decided to take things in is the very moment I want to rip my heart out and relieve the world of its misery. Actually, I want to wipe the tears off the corner of that child’s eye. The irony in life is that as adults, we assume our troubles are greater than a child. Truth of the matter, a child suffers without complaining. Us adults, we nag, complain, and can easily change up our situation. Shit happens. You make a mistake; great, learn from it and move along. After what I have witnessed these past couple months, I’ve come to understand that a child has a greater amount of patience and strength than an adult. You see they smile when things are right or wrong. Sure they’ll cry but they have adapted a rule of moving a long. A sick child does not whine about being sick. He/she would lie there and kindly mind his/her own business and does not utter a word about the aching pain that lingers in their little body. Children tend to have the strength of a warrior. However, we never pause to compliment them on that. They are force to live life the way it is given and laid out without a say to it. Half the time, we are off controlling their lives to our own adjustment and benefit. The stress-level that ate up our heart has not been unloaded on to their tiny heart. Yes, lets go ahead and pretend like they are only young children who do not know any better. Does that make you feel better, making believing that garbage filled with lies? Please, bag your excuses with those lies and dump yourself out before you’ll miss the next trash pick up day. So I’m being a tad bit harsh today. Please, make all the necessary judgment you want of me and make all your adjustment. I’m tired of grown adults not realizing how great their lives are. I’m tired of their complaints and unnecessary bullshit lies. Cry me a river with your daily rants because the truth of the matter is that you dug yourself into that hole so get your own ass out. I know you’re wondering how all this is correlating into one another and what’s my point. Well, well, well…I know as adult we are responsible for an endless list of things. However, we need to learn not to let that consume our ability to function as a righteous being. Sure we are flawed. Who isn’t? Yet, that excuse does not justify our lack of commitment to get things going for our own lives. If a child can find the strength to be strong during a life-threatening surgery or medical condition, believe there’s a better tomorrow somewhere over the rainbow, then we as adults can find the strength to move on from a broken heart, broken dreams, broken promises… and believe the same thing
So…I lied about wanting to stay quiet. It’s just one of those days. I think I’m done screaming for the night. Seriously, there’s just certain things that ticks off my head in the wrong way and I’m over my head about folks sulking in misery. Enjoy life…and be mindful of the child that you come across the next time around. His/her life may be just as hard as yours or not or maybe more. Just because it’s a child doesn’t mean that child does not suffer or hurt.
Am I done? Sure. Wait…thanks for listening.
