Grasping for Definition

There is beauty in differences

no standard definition

fill in the bubble answer

for beautiful

so why oh why?

are we all trying so hard to measure up

to

something we can't even begin

to

define.

This is just something I thought of the other day, looking around at a lot of the girls and women in the world today, it is so sad how inadequate a lot of them feel. If we could all remember that we are all daughters of Heavenly Father, and will always be beautiful in His eyes, the world really would be a better place. And yes, there is importance in thinking "I am a daughter of God," but there is also a great importance in thinking, "Each and every person on this whole earth is a Child of God." If we could all remember that, there would be so much more love and light on this earth, and so much more happiness.

Just a little food for thought,

Miss M

Reception of Inception

So I just got done watching the movie Inception for the first time, and it literally blew my mind. It was quite the crazy movie watching experience. My face was permanently set in a puzzled expression the entire movie. I can’t really say if I completely enjoyed it or now, but I can say that it definitely made me think. The concept that our ideas define us is pretty deep. Our subconscious ideas not only define us, they also contain the most potential to be dangerous. If you think about it, our subconscious thoughts are our deepest and most hidden emotions, the things we are most scared of. These thoughts are the unknown, the scary unplanned, unknown area of our minds. The things buried in this unknown space in our minds have the greatest potential to help or hurt us.

For me, this is particularly true because I really do dislike the unknown. I love having a plan, and knowing exactly what is going to happen in my future. Because I hate the unknown, I cling to the comfortable. I hold tight to what I know because it is simple and easy, and well, happy. I am the kind of girl who orders the same thing on the menu every single time because I know I like it. Sure, the other choices might be more delicious, but I will never know because I stick with the menu option I already know. Clearly, this does not just apply to ordering food, it applies to how I decide a lot of things. Given the choice between the easy, comfortable option and the risky, potentially exciting option I will choose the former any day of the week. I would rather be content, happy, and a little boring all the time instead of trying to board an emotional roller coaster. I am definitely not a risk taker. Maybe that’s why I suck so bad at poker.

Anyways, this post sorta spiralled into complete randomness but that’s what I get for watching Inception. I am still waiting to hear a theory about that movie that makes sense to me.

Prior to Dreaming

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Before the slumber
as my mind slips towards
unconscious,
bottled thoughts surface.

And when I retreat
to that place of peace,
all I can see is the beauty
of fulfilling my ideas.

But when I emerge
inhibitions return,
and I no longer allow myself
to dream.

Rainy Days

It's a thinking day. One of those rainy, grey days that pushes you to sit and reflect. And all of those thoughts brew, and sometimes steam. Like the mug of tea sitting on the counter.

And when all that steaming and brewing is done, I can just sit. Sit and realize.

Realize:

Some things are meant to be. But some are not.

Timing is everything.

If you don't jump, you can't fall.

A good friend is worth more than their weight in gold.

Thinking of you,

Miss M

It' mine.

It's always

relationship, evolving, dissolving

in a final crash

only left with the broken

pieces of a heart.

I want my whole heart.

It's mine.

So here's the game plan:

Let's be friends.

A friendship revolving is reliable.

Reliable.

Sure, there's no jumping--

less excitement, a lower risk quotient.

You might be fooled into thinking less fun.

Except guess what?

I am okay. Just myself. By myself.

And I still have my own whole heart.

Call Me Cryptic

I have stopped spinning, and started knowing. I am myself, without needing to define who I am exactly. I can be, I can exist without filling in the blank space left after the "I am...."

I gain my footing on solid ground even when the path in front of me is unclear. All I know is what is just in front of me, and that is all I need. Once in a while , I get distracted by the tall trees and sky above. But there is a time and a place to go climbing and reaching, and it is not now. It is enough only to exist from moment to moment, finding the right feeling for each point in time. And then, stitching together the little parts into the greater whole. A whole entire picture that is: Happiness, easy content, and a relaxed being.

Because the thing is: The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

Introspectively,

Miss M

The Gradual Disintegration of Disharmony

I fell apart,

empty pieces

scattered over the ground

No one--left

pick up.

abandoned.

perhaps they will crawl back to reality,

so wait. just waiting.

weighted down,

nothing moves:

at least

until

encouraging nudges

change the course,

like the earthy movement of a river

pushes gently

this microcosm of universe

back to:

Peace.