It’s been a dark, busy winter. Not dark in the literal sense, at least not that dark, but dark as in life’s been rather depressing. I haven’t explored the outdoors for far too long. Time has not been my friend in a while, but I guess we can always say that time is never really our friend. Time is more like the companion that forces themselves on your excursions and for the most part, you get along but there are moments along the journey when you think, I could definitely slip on by and leave them behind while they occupy their own mind out loud, not that I ever would, but let’s be honest some people be like that. Heck, there’s a chance that I could be one of those people some days. Which, in that case, sincerely sorry…I mean it with all my heart, my face formed the yikes emoji while thinking and writing this.
Words themselves are like walking along a path, sometimes it’s a curvy path, sometimes it’s a path that all of a sudden drops off, and you probably almost died because you were too busy looking at that butterfly. We’re all “Homers” at some point in our life. But hey, look at you, your heart is racing, you feel like you could throw a semi like Hulk, and you survived. That’s really all we can ask for anymore. Surviving the day, surviving work, surviving a person, just surviving. We’re all just jellies in a tank full of sharks and sea turtles, wonderful animals but jellies beware!
Honestly, I could ramble on for days about nonsense. These past several years, yes, years, since Covid first made its deadly appearance have uprooted everyone’s lives. I personally had to leave a job I loved in early 2019 as a part-time and didn’t come back until the summer of 2021, but that ended up blossoming into a full-time job with the same crew in that same summer. However, these past few years have been so draining on my body. My eyes are cacti in a desert that hasn’t gotten rain in a year. The cacti have the occasional watershed, but no replenishing waters. With summer whirling in with the wind, maybe it’ll bring some rain, or maybe I’ve reached that age in my life where all I’ll ever know from here out is tired or maybe I just need to use eyedrops, got a case of the “Dry Eyes”. Thanks, Ben Stine!
This past winter, I watched at least one of the Harry Potter movies nearly every day from December through February. And by watched, I mostly mean, I fell asleep to them after a long day’s work. But I couldn’t believe how relatable it felt some days. Avada Kedavra. You best believe that was said in Voldemort’s voice. I did eventually watch all of the movies in their entirety at some point within those months, great movies, I’m obsessed. See, just like that, I drifted off into several, several conversations that I probably could have kept to myself.
Words, words tell a story, even if it’s just random ramblings, they are stories within our heads that for some reason tell us to share them with others because, in some way, we all desire a connection, even if there’s a huge chance that your words will never be read or looked at by anyone other than you, it’s that hope that always brings you back, winking at you in temptation, saying “Your thoughts are Worthy of being Heard” even when you try telling yourself that they are not and maybe that’s true or maybe your mind is playing devil’s advocate. Words remain a constant in life, a constant on paper, a constant on digital screens, a constant in our heads, among minds. Words, once made from imagination and invented to share a connection. Words are the strings that compile into creating understanding. Without them we are figments, they wrote us onto the page, they took us out of the page, they are the true power.
Well, friends or people who just accidentally stumbled upon my blog, it was great chatting towards you! Thank you for taking the time out of your day and reading the ramblings of a person who likes to talk Waaay too much except when I don’t. Have a lovely day and as always, don’t forget to laugh and be kind!
-Nichelle
