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Your Heart Is Not Broken
A Strange Little Drabble
My name is Ariel, and I sometimes go off onto long rants or ramblings, but if that bugs you, just ask me to quit. That usually works.
My ear lobe itches a lot. So does my toe, for that matter.
I like to think I'm not very intimidating, so please don't be shy! I adore talking to people! There's only one itsy bitsy problem. I like complete sentences. Or something close to understandable English. (Note: Please, please, please do not send one word messages. Use your vocabulary. Bring up a weird fact. It makes things interesting. =D )
I'm a life-long resident of Academia, so if you wish to chat about something important, or even just ramble aimlessly, feel free to message me, dears!
My House is a Safe Zone.
[Amazing Change-Mother's Day, 2007
How is it possible that the things that hurt us the most are the things that make us the strongest?
That fact amazes me.
Which is not to say I dislike it.
It just amazes me.
But then again, a lot of things amaze me these days.
It amazes me the devotion a person, not related by blood, can have to another. It amazes me how far someone can go to try and keep a little fantasy world intact. It amazes the about how horrible some people in this world are. However, it also amazes me about how wonderful and amazing some people are.
And what I find most amazing is how much I've changed.
I was this quiet little girl.
Didn't make a peep.
You could forget about me in a heartbeat.
And I was in so much pain.
And because of that
I felt that nobody else's problems needed me involved.
But I looked in the mirror today.
I really looked
and saw reality instead of perception.
I'm not ugly.
Sure, my nose is big.
My mouth is small.
And my hair is frizzy.
But that's how I am.
I also have eyes that change color
and can't buy makeup to save my life.
And that may not be what people would consider beautiful.
But I am.
I may be a bit unique in my beauty.
But then again, that's what defines me as beautiful.
Imperfections make things beautiful.
It makes it something that was pretty,
to something unique.
Something one in a million.
And I find that beautiful.
Yeah, I'm not a size two.
And I'm not going to be.
And I don't want to be.
I'm not concave.
I'm real flesh and bone and muscle and gristle and tendon and colour and damage and scar tissue.
And it's not all physical (although that is a pretty big change).
It's also emotional.
I've gone from trying to keep out of other people's problem to being "Dear Rel", or more truthfully, "Big Momma Teague".
I've gone from being completely silent to those who I didn't know to being someone to randomly chat up people.
Yeah, I'm never going to be the loudest person in the room unless I'm instructing.
I'm not going to start talking about the newest styles.
But I still search for someone interesting to talk to
and I hear random people's stories.
I was on the bus the other day
and I saw a man with a military uniform on.
And nobody moved aside to give him a seat.
So I stood up and said
"Here you go sir. Take my seat."
And he smiled at me,
slid by the window,
and patted the space beside him.
That man had served in World War II,
and saw his best friend die in front of him.
While he was gone, his wife died giving birth to his son,
and he was going to her grave to visit her.
His grandson was in medical school.
And he was an amazing man.
And if I hadn't changed,
I would have never heard his story.
If I hadn't changed,
then things would be a lot different for a lot of people near me.
If I hadn't changed,
then there are a few people who wouldn't be here today.
If I hadn't changed,
then I might not be here today.
Today is the day when mothers are revered.
Although I have a woman who brought me into this world, she is no mother to me. She did, however, help shape who I am today by putting me through so much crap I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. She did send me into a spiral of madness that I somehow managed to survive. She did keep me living in a state of constant turmoil for countless years. But I survived it. And I got over it. Scars faded. But the lessons that I learned, I will never forget. I learned how much it means when someone shows you the tiniest bit of kindness. I learned how much pain ignorance can cause.
And I learned to persevere.
I learned to keep on trying to be a better person, even when it seemed like what I did made no difference.
I learned that even the most seemingly secure people in the world are not as secure as they would like you to believe.
I learned so much because of the woman who hated me so much.
And because of her, I changed. To keep from putting anyone else through that, I changed, without realizing it.
I began to try.
I began to put out effort.
I began to live, instead of simply surviving.
People say those two words are synonyms.
They couldn’t be more wrong.
To survive is pretty easy. Eat a little food, drink a little water, and keep breathing.
But to live? That is hard. To live is to be brave. To live is to keep on trying, even when the fates are lined up against you. To live is to face adversity, in all of its forms, and not give up or give in. To live is to make the most out of life, and not judge yourself by others, but solely by yourself. To live is to change.
Sometimes, change is scary,
but change is also a part of life.
And change is just the start
of your next big adventure.
Things To Know!: The dot on top of an 'i' is called a 'tittle'. My screenname is not likely to be given out, and definitely will not be known to you without even knowing your name. I have finger ADD, so I may not actually send you a message because I saw another name I wanted to click. It does not mean I did not like your house, or that you were not interesting. My finger has a mind of its own. I despise the colour yellow with a passion. I love art. If I should ever meet Anne Rice, it is very likely I will revert to a scary fangirl and be snapping pictures like a photographer on crack. I'm constantly writing, but if you want to kill an hour or two, talk to me about yourself. I like the distraction, and learning more about people. Latin=Love. Emos do not exist. Emus
exist. The phrase 'neh' at the end of a sentence may be sometimes found in my replies. Roll with it. It's just an interjection. Instead of doing something useful with my diary (*cough* like finish writing that damn chapter *coughcough*), I tend to go off on strange ramblings which I randomly delete, as well. Sci-fi conventions are my crack, and fantasy might just be the best genre imaginable. Hair is flammable. VERY flammable. Hair dye will do what it wants to (ex.-Red hair dye resulting in black hair.) To appreciate the darkness and to be absorbed by it are two totally different things. Extremely intelligent people sometimes do very stupid things, and it is not variety, but saffron, that is the spice of life.