As a first-generation Taiwanese-American, I witnessed my fair share of cultural prejudices, ethnocentric judgments, and stereotypes that made me feel like I didn’t belong. I felt like I was obligated to hide in my shell and never speak out against anything for the sake of self-preservation, just for a chance to survive without expecting any genuine connections or understanding from anyone.
To the abandoned: cry if you must but after that, pick yourself up. Yes, being separated from someone you love or being left without a word is traumatizing but it is not the end of your world. Whether it is a break up or death of a loved one, do not let the pain of chronic loss eat you alive. Living with the fear of abandonment is like a living hell and you are missing the good things around you because of this negative behavior.
Work through your emotions to overcome this fear because when one door closes, another one opens.
A good portion of the time, it can suck to write.
Sometimes I wince at the things I have to remember just to convey a message to people. I have to close my eyes, turn on that challenging part of my brain, and dig into my past for old emotions that I have basically put on the shelf to collect dust. Emotions that I don’t particularly want to look at every day, but are always in the midst of my mind, only accessible when I choose them.
We, as writers, go to these places because we want you to see some form of truth through our eyes. We are hoping to knock down the doors of the soul and Windex the windows of the mind to set people free.
This is what it feels like to be a perfectionist: You spend lots of time and effort letting go of the mundane things that seem trivial to others. You see people admitting to their silly mistakes and being able to laugh at them, but simple things like arriving slightly later than you promised, taking a longer route by accident, or failing to deliver your thoughts like you planned out in your mind etc. are able to make you want to beat yourself up more than anything else.
Perfectionists like us tend to feel most comfortable with the idea that we are always good enough, therefore anything that threatens our identity stresses us out.
Friends with benefits.
And you’re sad.
You tell him that’s fine, makes sense,
but you hope he’ll sense the pain tucked deep within your words and comfort you.
He’s not where you are.
He does not feel what you feel.
As we grow up, we realize that everything in this world is temporary. When seasons change, people change as well. When lives are lost, new ones are born. And when one door closes, another opportunity knocks.
But even if people and things come and go, do not think for a second that your life is not worth living. Whatever happens, there is so much life can offer beyond your expectations.