www.morningmoonlight.tumblr.comIts been awhile, since we last met. A little hushed now. I'll come back to this home once again. When my heart is ready to find it.
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Hey all. (: Its been awhile now hasn't it? My apologies for the late entry. Well, I am sure you've all noticed the new layout. Its pretty diggerent from my previous one, and I am beginning to wonder if its a positive change. Oh well, I guess thise last two words pretty much spark off the topic for the entry. All my life, I've heard people tell me, "You have to change yourself. " or, "You have to change that attitude of yours. ". I am sure you have too. But I've been thinking about these lines alot of late, and it made me wonder if we can really change who we are, and if we can, do we really have to change ourselves? For me, I've come to realise that in the end, it is not me who has changed. I am still the same person, withthe same habits, the same issues, the same strengths the same weaknesses. I can't change the fact that I get distracted easily. I can't change the fact that I need to match straw colours. But instead, I can adapt and I can channel these habits and quirks about myself in the right direction. Since I get distracted easily, I do a few things at once, so my mind always remains occupied. And I adapt my need for matching straw colours to the situation. If there is no straw that can match my drink, then its just too bad, and I would have to be okay with drinking from a regular straw. But in the end, if given a choice, I definitely would still pick yellow for my mango milkshake. Thus, I have not changed. Its subjective though. Change and self. Hmm, maybe I am only looking at this through my side of the lense. Share with me please. (: azmira.zailan@yahoo.com I'll reply each and every one (: Takecare all, till next time.
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Hey all (: Just a short little update. I'll most probably be changing the layout of this page tomorrow, and introducing all you readers to another page pretty soon. I'd reckon you'd like a face to put to all these words. Takecare all, Till next time. (:
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Sleep : To take a rest afforded by a suspension of voluntary body functions and the natural suspension, complete or partial, of conciousness ; cease besing awake.
Sleep can mean many things, to many people. To some, it is necessary, fuel for the next day. To others, it is an escape from the reality of conciousness. Or certain people may see it as a comfort, the undefined receses of their mind as a place to seek sanctuary, love, and warmth. On the other hand, some may see it as a luxary, that it is simply exuberant to be able to let time tick away, when the concious world still calls out for so much more to be done.
So why do we sleep? Is it simply a primitive, physiological need to get enough bodily rest for us to function normally the next day? Or is there more to it?
I for one, treasure sleep. Sleep has made me chart out many things in my life. It has helped me grow and understand my growth.
I remember a few years back, when I would tell myself, that the earlier I sleep, the less of the horrible day I have to go through. That if I slept at 10 instead of midnight, my horrid day would be 2 hours shorter. That for those two hours, I wouldn't have to cry, I wouldn't have to feel upset, I wouldn't have to argue. I would be in my own world and nobody would or could disturb me there.
But then, after awhile, when I grew to learn that I actually had to face my problems for them to go away, sleep no longer served me as an escape. But an actual raw physical need to recharge. I simply needed the rest to get through the next day. And the cycle repeated for quite some time. I spent my days, getting exhausted, fighting battles, creating battles, and finding myself simply dozing off the moment my head hits the pillow.
Then, sleep to me, moved to a phase that was much more, spiritual. I began to have many more dreams, and these dreams would almost always be about the things that matter the most to me. It was strange at first, but I guess now I treasure these dreams, for always serving as a reminder to me about what I hold most dearly. About what is really always on my mind, even in a semi concious state.
And now, to me, sleep is a comfort. Sleep is recharging my batteries for a great day ahead. Sleep is spending time thinking of the people whom I miss and love. Sleep, is time for my thoughts to wander in its own special place. Sleep, is for me, sleep is a part of me, that is for me. And it only puts a smile on my face every morning, when I know that I have all the people who matter with me in that part of me.
And falling asleep, in the arms of the one I love, has inevitably without a doubt, been the greatest feeling that this girl has ever experienced. It almost surreal when you think about it. The ability to keep each other so safe, happy and rested all within the span of our unconcious minds, without us even actively trying. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Our thoughts have no boundaries when we sleep, so should we really set boundaries on our thought on sleep?
Till next time,
Takecare all. (:
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Read Between The Lines
Rewind.
You are like summer rain, For once, soft and warm and delicate. I want to be And I am a foolsih girl, every little thing you wanted trying to catch every drop of you on my tongue. all the time.
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& So because thoughts of us refuse to leave my mind. Here I am, eating a bowl of chicken soup taking pride in the fact that I have mastered the Hoedown Throwdown. If I had a penny for all the times you cross my mind, There wouldn't be enough pennies in the world. Boom boom clap, boom dee clap dee clap.
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Hey all, it has been a good week so far. It is absolutely great to be back in school (: I would assume its the sense of purpose that I get from all the assignments and also the mere fact that I am back here in the comfort of school, delving into the depths of what I plan to be drowning in for the rest of my life. Not exactly the prettiest way to put it, but you know I mean beautifully. So a few days back, I was in the middle of a text conversation when a spark of thought errupted in my mind. I would think that what I choose to blog about this week would be somewhat applicable to everyone, at least at one point of their lives or another. We often tell ourselves or each other, that we want go someplace, and run away from things. Just escape from the not so cherry blossom feelings at heart, and the convoluted thoughts in mind. But that lead me to reflect and question myself, what is it really that I want to escape so badly, and who is it that has trapped me against my will? Then I slowly began to understand that, it was me. We often put up walls around ourselves, with probably the intention or percieved intention of keeping others out, and protecting ourselves. But we often forget that there are 2 sides to the wall, and just as others cannot enter, we too have trapped ourselves in our own four walls. Ironically enough, it is most likely that it is these same four walls we find ourselves trying to escape. With chisel, hammer, catapult, boulders and any other form of ammunition you can think of you try to crumble these walls. Well, in less medival terms, ammunition could be reffering to distractions, work, food, or anything that would constitute as aid to this "running away" concept. However, after going through some of the things that I have gone through, I have come to realise that pelting these walls and thrashing them down to the ground does not solve my issues, and doesn't help me understand myself better as a person. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying that one should strive to not ever build walls and barriers. Because both you and I know how simply inevitable that is, that its simple human nature to put up a fortress against possible attack. But what I am saying is that, maybe one should respect the reasons why that wall was put up in the first place. Think about it, you are the one who layered those bricks one over the other, there had to be a reason. And instead of hurling anger at the wall that you created, maybe understanding why its there, and respecting both yourself and your reasons, could be a better option. Thereafter, this so-called need or feeling of the need to run away or escape, would not really come into play. Because you would soon realise that, you had a reason to put those walls up, and you did. And now, you have a reason to take them down, and you will. With the same amount of respect you had for yourself and your reasons for both. I guess in a nutshell, with doing that, you are not escaping, you are just having the courage to open the door that you closed, to take a breath of fresh air. I hope that made sense, and I hope you have had a good week. Till next time, take care all. (:
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