22: So We Complain

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I love to playfully complain sometimes. I think it can be pretty cute and it can get a laugh or make people feel better. I guess its silly but I enjoy it because it’s fun. I feel like complaining has it’s place in our life. Complaining is important. I would think that complaining is a show of weakness so I don’t really do it very often. I find that complaining is silly when there is little to be upset over. Many people are lucky and times could be worse and things could be harder. I don’t have the place to complain about my life when others have it much worse.

When something really happens to you though, I find that it gives you a place to be upset. You have a right to feel shorted. Everyone has a right to be upset in this kind of world where people are cheated all the time. I can’t be angry at people who have been wronged and wish to complain. I myself have been very lucky to not have to face truly terrible circumstances just yet in my life so I can’t say that I fully understand. I can say that I sympathize. I can attempt my best to feel what they feel and understand but I know that I can’t completely get it.

When something like that happens, where you are wronged or if something terrible happens to you, I can’t get mad at a person for being upset. I can’t say that to their face. It would be like disregarding their pain. I don’t want to be disrespectful to a person who has faced more than myself. I also can’t encourage complaints. I can’t accept that kind of weakness.

No matter how hard it gets you need to encourage yourself to go forward. Stop dwelling on the past face the present. If it still hurts be stronger. Don’t let that pain beat you! Stare it in the face and be cheerful. I can’t complain because it can get worse and I know that no matter what you are going through it can honestly get worse. It really can. There is no reason to complain. To complain is to be weak. I can’t stand it. I don’t want to accept that people can keep complaining. They really should stop at a certain point. But that is just me.

I would never forgive myself if I complained for things for so long. I would be disappointed in myself. I can’t say the same for others. My standards for my self is extremely high in this point. I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to complain, I don’t want to explain my feelings and I keep them to myself. I can’t say that I expect this from others.

I envy others who can complain sometimes. I wish I could but then I don’t at the same time. Stuff is hard but that doesn’t mean you should disregard something you don’t understand.

When your friends or loved ones complain, sometimes they just trust you and want you to be there for them.

Life here is awful. People are terrible and life really isn’t fair.

It is simple like that.

So we complain.

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20: Floating Along Searching Part 4

I drew this and it shows what this post is about

This island is really nice. I actually quite enjoy it. I found a very welcome rhythm to this life. I’ve still been keeping track of the days though. I feel like I don’t know anything though.

I still don’t know exactly where I am at the moment. Why is such a place existing anyway? Why do I have to be here and what is the purpose? I guess that’s why I’m here though. I can see that it’s going to be a hard journey but I won’t stop. I will figure something out. I have so far. I must have faith.

Today was especially difficult. I have fallen behind on schedule. I made a goal for myself. Isn’t that precious? I feel like a child planning their future in college while in elementary school. I am excited about leaving the island.

That’s what I plan to do. I will leave the island and search for my own place. I will figure out the meaning of this journey though. I keep thinking about it since I have so much free time.

I haven’t gotten very far with the whole message of this thing just yet but I feel like I’m on the verge of figuring it out. It’s like I’m grasping at something between the seat of a car, searching for something a little out of reach under a bed. I can see it but can’t touch it. It feels so close like this moon. I feel like it’s a goal and I can almost reach it. Will I be able too?

I have made a couple of test rafts to see if I can actually do this. To be honest I failed miserably at first. survival stuff is really hard for someone like me but I guess the hardest thing is being alone.

People shouldn’t be alone. It’s bad for them. I wish I had anyone here so that we could work together. Honestly anyone would work. I just need someone other that the bugs to keep me company. People need people and let’s get this straight, I know I am a person. Being alone sucks.

It certainly feels lonely working all by myself. A big part of me hates that but some small bit is happy for the fact that I can take care of myself. A person has to go through that in their life though right? There must be a period where we are alone and to get through it proves you’re worth and that you deserve to be where you are.

I earned this island, and while its unfair, I feel glad that I got to this point.

I am capable and confident on this island. I feel safe here. That’s hard to believe but its true. I can handle it.

This is the point where I prove myself and work hard.

Time to start another day.

19: Floating Along Searching Part 3

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When I thought I was safe, someone should have slapped me in the face for thinking something so stupid. If there was such a person then that would be fine because then at least there would have been someone to discuss stuff with. Some one to suffer with.

This is an island I found. It’s safer than the ocean that’s for sure. I woke up on the beach of an uninhabited island. Great. But I have to be positive. This island is better than nothing. My legs are shaky. I can’t stand very well right now and I am so thirsty.

I look up and hope for water on this stupid island. There has to be some kind of thing to drink here. I have to survive.

I learned something new. I got what I wanted, it rained. Yeah I got water but now I’m really cold and wet. I learned how to make a shelter. Good for me. Did I mention this really sucks. At least I’ve got water now. I somehow figured out how to save it. Don’t ask.

Things are hard here just like in the ocean. What is with this world making it so hard for me? At least it’s better. I need to explore when I’m more settled. How weird I’m actually settling here. Stupid.

I have looked around a lot and have a rhythm again. It just sucks a lot less now. Things are hard. My feet hurt and I keep learning new tricks. At least I can do things now. I’m quite impressive am I not?

What was I thinking? I’m still stuck here. Why is that impressive? I should at least know everything about this place I’m stuck on. I am going adventuring. Good thing I have my skills now.

What skills was that again? I fell too many times. It’s really hard but this island is not too large. It has quite a good amount of vegetation though. I’m not hungry.

I have selected the best place to stay in now. I’ve started keeping track of the days on this tree. Too many days have passed. Things are hard still. Will they ever be easy again?

I want to be found. I want to be saved. Why can’t I be helped? Don’t I deserve it? I work hard and its difficult but I deserve to be at ease right? I’ve been on this island for a while now. Don’t I deserve something better than having to go through all this trouble?

What am I saying? What have I done to deserve anything? People don’t get things easy like, they earn them. I earned this island and I will earn something better. I won’t be a princess in a tower I haven’t acted like one yet. I won’t lie, I wished it was that easy.

This is the same as the ocean. I will find something better. I will work for something better.

Time to start on that.

12: Perfection should never exist

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Isn’t perfect scary? Who would want to be perfect? I don’t understand that need. It would be predictable and annoying not to mention just plain boring. It’s also impossible and rightfully so.

People strive to be perfect and that is just silly to me. Why would you want to strive for something that is not reachable? What is perfect anyway? Who came up with such a silly word? Some think of it to be without any faults or defects but isn’t that impossible? You can tell that its been debated because they add to it stuff like “satisfying all requirements” or “as close as possible” is sort of like qualifying it. Perfect used in the term of “Ideal” is an acceptable use of the word but some people really believe that someone is perfect or should strive for it. What a silly view.

Perfect is boring. Sometimes the gems with the blemishes and imperfections are the most beautiful and interesting. The “Ideal” person doesn’t make it the best or the most wonderful one. Who would want to be perfect anyway? Isn’t that hard to keep up?

Perfect means you are at the limit, the end of your existence and can’t and wouldn’t be able to advance any further. How depressing. Who wants to reach a limit? Who wants to be just perfect? Who wants to be “Ideal” or “Satisfying”? Nobody should want that.

We should want to be better. Become our best and work to be better. If we got to a point of “Perfection” wouldn’t that be depressing? Our life would hold no other meaning anymore. If someone could even grasp perfection then what else would they have to do anymore? They would have no meaning anymore.

This is how I feel though. Maybe I’m wrong or whatever but I find perfect to be annoying and terrifying as well as impossible.

I should hope that perfection never exists, ever. It would be a bad day, depressing and the world would lose all meaning. I want to always strive to be better.

I want to work and work and sweat and fight and tire and try again the next day. I want a battle and I want to be better. I am selfish and greedy, I want more and I want to be smarter and I want to be more understanding. I want so much. I want everything.

Perfect would get in the way. There is no perfect. There is no “Ideal”. There is only better.

I want to work and be better. I want to keep living to be better. I want the best and then I want something better than that.

I am greedy but I want to work to get there. It can get better.

Perfect will never exist for us humans.

Perfect is stupid, I look for something higher up than that.

Don’t you want to look higher too?

35: Why we should Dabble

This is my play on words. Dabble- for a duck or bird: Move the bill around in shallow water while feeding

So for some of my college work I am reading an excerpt of Aristotle’s, The Politics. Let me be clear, it’s not very clear at first. To add to that, this is a reading for the Freshman Music class that is required. That’s right people, I am reading Aristotle for my music class and the title has politics in it.

I’m sure you’re thinking “why Lea, is your college making you read that for your music class? Shouldn’t you be learning about notes or something?” Let me tell you I was a little confused at first too.