Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

The traditional New Year post (late as usual, because life is too exciting to be on time) ^^

Every year I write a New Year post as a way to reflect on my year, and how things may or may have not changed.
This post is in no way a New Year’s resolutions post. I don't do those anymore because I don't think change happens based on calendar days. I, personally believe change to be a long, grueling process (but, hey, that's just me)!
I wrote one in 2013 and 2014 but for some reason I skipped 2015, so I have to make this year’s post a little longer (maybe).


Art by Chiara Bautista


So here goes the condensed version of what has marked my 2015:

1. Anger, I didn’t not start the year being angry from the 1st of January nor was I angry all year long neither. But to understand how this year ‘went down’ I have to explain this dark period. I spent most of the month of January at home with plenty of time to be bored but also time to get informed on the situation of Black people nowadays and how this had an effect in my life. Which brought up a whole bunch of unmonitored, unwanted, unexpressed anger that had just sat on my heart for a while. You see, growing up black in a place where the lighter you were the better you were was the norm, I developed many (unexpressed) frustrations about my skin, my hair, my nose and pretty much the way I looked. Sigmund Freud said “unexpressed emotions will never die, they are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways”; and when mine came out it was indeed ugly. One day when I was slightly inebriated I lashed out at a friend of mine. The reason? The said friend, I may or may not have had a secret-crush on at the time, made a comment about hair (about hair in general, but hair used to be quite a sensitive topic) that just brought me back to all those thoughts & emotions of my childhood that angered me. The poor kid was completely innocent and confused on why I went from all smiley and jolly to breathing fire. God knows I have heard an incalculable amount of stereotypical comments about black people, especially being the only black person in my group of friend most of my life. But my reaction was completely uncalled for and the next morning I felt absolutely foolish and ashamed. Which brought me to really question the way I see myself, present myself and deal with my emotions.

2. Being black, this part is directly related to the previous one. I had to accept who I was, how I looked, how I felt the struggle and stereotypes that came with it but also the good things, the things that made me special. I have to understand that to reaffirm who I was I didn’t need to live up to some idea of what “black” was, my identity was not based on this. I kept repeating myself, “your skin is chocolate, your hair are anti-gravitational you are weird, you’re a paradox, your uniqueness will be your strength.” It seems like I had adopted the right mind-set all I have to do is to start taking action towards becoming the best version of myself. Which brings us to...

3. No excuses, no this is not a motivational quote I stole from some Fitness magazine. It was actually said by a friend of mine. She was talking to my brother and from the small part I could grasp from their conversation (sitting on the opposite side of the table), she said: “Anais always finds excuses…” She wasn't actually talking about my life but when I woke the next day it hit me like a ton of bricks: I do always make excuses. Even with little things, I made excuses for my life and I was holding myself back. You know how sometimes you don’t realise something until you realise it, and then that’s all you can think about? Well that’s what happened; and I learned that I needed to put an end to the excuses, because the things that happened to us may make it harder for us to reach our goals, but shouldn’t stop us from achieving greatness. (Oh yes, I’m on a roll, brace yourselves! Cheesy motivational quotes are starting to spill out).

4. Life experiences; In 2015, I decided that rather than just focusing on the pile of confusion that it is to study at the university level, I would start actively cultivating some life experience. Everybody knows that nowadays networking is everything. Actually it all started in 2014 after my Internship, my hope of working in Event Management begun to feel closer than before. But in 2015 I was relentlessly screaming “How high?” every time an opportunity told me to jump! And it felt so amazing to be up in the air whenever I made the jump. The reasons why I wrote “life experiences” and not “CV building” is because when I initially commenced to volunteer to join Organization teams (quick shout out to AIESEC) or signing up for job fairs I never guessed for a second how it would affect me. I thought I was just going to upgrade my CV turns out I upgraded myself too!


Pretty much.
5. Appreciation; We sometimes forget how unique and magical we are, especially when life gets difficult and frustrating. We are hard on ourselves and feel responsible for things in our lives that were probably not up to our control. I mean even Beyonce doesn’t feel like Beyonce every day, fortunately for her she has millions of fans worldwide and millions of albums sold to remind her that she is, indeed, the Queen Bey. For the rest of us it is not that easy. In society one’s value is often calculated according to you grades, whether or not you are in a long term relationship, job “quality”, amount of money in the bank, how much you resemble Kate Upton & J-Lo simultaneously… We are rarely applauded for our smaller everyday successes. But when I was attending fairs& conferences to ameliorate my CV I was also faced with a huge wave of recognition and affection. Turns out cheering people up, being communicative, open minded, always being helpful and in a good mood are things that make you a better person (take that materialistic world!). And it truly feels amazing to have people remind you every day that you are a marvelous combination of millions of cells and your simple existence is not only special but necessary. Your presence is making someone’s day better and reciprocally making the world better, a freaking ripple effect! J And that, my friends, is one of the best feelings in the world.

6. Giving back; and I don’t mean in a philanthropic way, I’m not there yet. What I mean is giving back some of that warm and fuzzy feeling I mentioned above and make people feel good about themselves. I’m one of these people who, no matter how insanely crazy I look (yes insanely crazy), I will always walk up to someone and compliment them about something about them I like. It doesn’t really matter who the other person is, on days I feel like it I will walk up to them and say how their hair, outfit, dance moves, or whatever are great. I don’t expect anything in return, I give my compliment and walk away. Sometimes I get weird stares, sometimes I get a big smile and a thank you or a hug, other times I get a friend. To be completely honest my dream job would be something where I could spend the day making people feel better about themselves, which would truly be the best thing in the world. I wrote in 2014 that one of my goals was to “Find a passion”, well that is my passion (creating events is not too far on the “making people happy” spectrum so yeah).
Just remember, Compliments save lives!

7. Wrong and Right; We tend to only see the world in black or white, either we are good person and do the right things or we are a bad person and do the wrong things. This year I learn that even someone with the best intentions can do bad things and that sometimes it is not the end of the world. What if you do something wrong, but you don’t hurt anyone and you actually learn from it, is it still considered as something wrong? Personally I think not, there is a grey area and sometimes it is okay to cross that line. Like the lovely Derek Sheperd (Mc Dreamy) said “I’m a human being. I make mistakes, I am flawed. We all are.” And he was right (another great life lesson from Shonda!), let’s not be so hard on ourselves, sometimes even good people do the wrong things and that is alright too.

8. Late/different bloomers; As a person raised in a typical African family and having a French education there is a lot of pressured put into respecting the order of things; and for African households it goes a little bit like this: graduating from high school, getting a bachelor degree, making a master (PhD is optional) and getting a “good job”. So naturally I was feeling frustrated and slightly like a failure at the idea of not yet being university graduate at the age of 23. Most of the people my age that I know graduated from their second degrees, from Master or already have a job… But it is important to realise and accept that not everyone has the same future and not everyone wants to. Some flowers bloom at night and others bloom in winter, it doesn’t make them any less beautiful. So yes, I am 23 and still living that struggle of being a student, and it’s okay. We all go at our own pace.

9. Evolution; often when looking at our lives we feel like we haven’t achieved anything at all in the year. We may not even be closed to where we want to be in life, and because that goal may seem so far away we fail to see how far we have come. So yes, I haven’t even graduated but I have other things going on for me. 2015 was a process, I’ve made mistakes, I’ve learned (a bit) and I’ve (kinda) grown. But, much like this article, I am weird and unfinished. Each year isn't the first page of 365 (this year 366) pages' book. Your life doesn't reset at midnight - at best it's a new chapter. We are in no obligation to finish the year with big meaningful ideas nor are we in any obligation to start the year by making drastic changes in our lives neither. Maybe today you want to take a nap and tomorrow you want to conquer the world and in three days you want to start a good book or movie. That’s okay, take it slow, do the best you can.

All that being said,
Remember to be full of amazingness and let your inner unicorn shine brighter than diamonds
and 
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Special thank you to Nicole G. for proof reading this because God knows the typo-Queen that I am wouldn't have made this article look so nice. You can also check out her blog here ---> Yours Truly 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I used to love you ... (too many feelings and not enough words)




I used to love you,
I used to love you so much .
I did, I truly did, once upon a time.
When the thought of you made me shiver
When hearing your name made my heart skip a beat.
When seeing your face, your smile didn't just give me butterflies but I could feel a whole tribe bagging on jungle drums.
I could smell you, as soon as you walk in a room.
I could smell you, on the clothes of my friend you hugged this morning.
On my clothes, frankly I could smell you everywhere.
You were my sweetest obsession.
And it made me happy, you made me happy.
You weren't truly mine, but you weren't anyone else' either.
I saw hope in your eyes, I saw hope in your smiles, I felt love in the way you use to hold my hand.
I wanted to believe that it was true.
That the sun was shinning this morning only because of you.
Every word you mispronounced made me want you a little more.
I don't like admitting it but I secretly loved when our friends called you “mine” because we were indeed so amazing next to each other (together).
I liked you so much it could have hurt so bad but it just felt so great.
I like you so much I didn't want to admit it, not to you, not to anyone, not even to me.
I was afraid that saying it out loud would just kill the dream.
I was afraid that saying it out loud would force you to give me an answer, and what if you didn't feel the same way ?
What if you didn't want me?
What if you disliked me?
Those were thoughts I couldn't even bare to think of, so I stayed quiet.
Quiet and happily drugged by my feelings for you. Making sure hope was still there.
And suddenly, it stopped.
The dream in my head, the high of love, the hope in your eyes/your smiles. All gone!
Some people still called you mine, refusing to believe that our unbegun story was already over.
But we all knew that you were gone, you left my life ( but not my dreams).
So I sat down in the rain and look at you, hurting, crying, bleeding.
Hurting as your hand held someone else's.
Crying as your arms wrap themselves around someone else, making sure your sent gets into her skin.
Bleeding as you looked and smiled at someone else, knowing that once upon a time those were for me and only me.
So I tried to forget you. I tried to forget your smell, your smile, your eyes, your face. I tried to forget you ever existed.
I put my heart on hold, told it to go on holidays. That I didn't need to feel anymore because feeling is hurting. And I didn't want to feel the pain anymore.
And after a while I tried to get back on track, I put my heart on IV, and decided that life was too beautiful to let feelings ruin it.
But life wasn't beautiful, I tried to drive forward, reach the finish line and but the road was slippery, dangerous and I drove off a cliff.
As I was falling, you came back to me.
You came back to me, a little.
I wasn't sure if it was real but it felt so good that I convinced myself it was.
I was wandering into darkness, wandering into emptiness.
And the thought of you possibly being at the end of the tunnel was the only thing keeping me going.
So I held on, held on to the dream, held on to the hope, held on to you.
But at the end of the tunnel you weren't who I expected you to be.
You weren't who you made me believe you would be.
Who I made myself believed you would be.
I just wanted to pour myself into you.
But you were so cold, so distant, so unavailable.
I was expecting the sun, but I was so wrong.
I came out the tunnel walking straight to a Fortress of Solitude.
I was alone and confused. But you were there, looking at me.
I looked into your eyes and I remembered how happy you made me feel.
I looked into your eyes and I remembered how much I used to like (love) you.
I looked into your eyes and I remembered your smell, your smiles, all those quirks that made you perfect for me.
So I held on to you. I held on tight.
Because someone who once made me feel so complete couldn't be so bad.
Because beside all the pain and the tears, the thought of you still made me smile.
Because I still smelled you in some places, and your name still made my heart skip a beat.
So I tried, I tried to be yours again. I tried to be yours for the very first time.
Your voice in my head got me flying so high, that when I started crashing again it took me a while to realise.
I fell and crashed, but this time it didn't hurt.
Not anymore or at least not as much.
I didn't care. I didn't care about you anymore.
I am still not free from you, and maybe I will never be.
Because once you've felt something this strong it never truly goes away.
It stays like a small scar on your knee, but it doesn't hurt anymore.

I used to love you,
I used to love you so much .
I did I truly did, once upon a time.
When the thought of you made me shiver
When hearing your name made my heart skip a beat.
But now I don't anymore or I can't.
I feel something, but it is so irregular, so unknown, so not understandable, 
that I don't know if it should count as something.
If there is something I don't know if I can (want) to go down that road again.
All I know is that I once felt so much for you that I don't know if there is anything left for me to feel.
I think I ran out of love for you.
But then again, my heart still skips a beat … sometimes. 




Sunday, October 7, 2012

That Adele kinda feeling ...


It is strange, this feeling i have.
I haven’t seen his face in a while and still it upsets me. Just the thought of it, of him.
His face, his smile, his lips, his lies, his lust like a devil in my hands.
Everything about him is just so repulsive and yet so attractive.
It is strange, this feeling I’m having right now.
I hate him, no I hate it. The feeling.
And I can’t help but wonder why do I care so much, when he never did.
I have never been the kind of person to catch feelings.
I am usually very healthy and do my best not to get nasty diseases.
But I guess he showed up at a time when my heart was weak.
At a time when my heart had just finished a battle with another disease and he took over.
He didn’t even had to fight so hard, my army was already so weak from the previous war it had fought.
He took over, in my mind, my body and my heart.
Just like malaria sneaks its way in your body after a bad food poisoning.
It is strange what I am feeling right now.
I am usually not the type to let myself go and if I do I don’t let it show.
I stay calm, placid, senseless, knowing that the disease will simply go away.
But this time I was weak, my immune system let me down, I fell, I crashed but I don’t have time to be hurt.
I don’t have time to feel the pain. Not the time nor the strength. So I hate him instead.
Because hate, I think, is better than pain because hate is stronger than love.
This feeling is I must say is very strange.
Because I have felt, for him, what I have felt many times for others. 
But never, with any of them, have I felt this way afterwards. And if I had it was never this long and never this strong.
It is strange because I have all those feelings, all those thoughts that are real, strong and unspoken.
And yet, we were never. You didn’t betray me, but you betray the character I made up in my head.
I imagined you sure so pure, so vain with so much hidden pain, so romantic, poetic, so beautifully mine.
And yet, we were never.
This is why my dear, the feeling that I have right now is indeed very strange because I hate you for everything that you were in my dreams and cannot be in real life.
For that I guess, I should apologise to you my dear.



And I hear your words that I made up
You say my name like there could be an us
I best tidy up my head I'm the only one in love”

Monday, April 23, 2012

The music stops I want to rescue want to scream out loud


There's always a time in your life when you get so upset and kind of tired that for a few seconds you just want to be numb.
For a few minutes you just want, no you need to be numb. To feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Think about something sweet, something you love, something you hate, hear an emo song and feel nothing, nada, niet. Just hear those words that mean nothing but mean so much because those feelings you felt them once, long ago. But you don't know if you want to feel them again.
You're not sure if you even can. Because you felt so much, at some point, for so many people, for someone. But now it's all gone.
They're all gone.
And you feel empty, you feel hurt, and you just want to feel numb, to feel nothing.
Because maybe feeling nothing for just a few hours can make you feel better.
And I'll admit that sometime I hope, I dream that it will all end.
That at some point they will all be back.
That I will feel all that I've once felt for some many people, for someone.
That one day I won't even dare thinking about being numb because I will feel so much that nothing in the world could stop me from feeling this amazing.
But suddenly, I wake up. Suddenly I am back in my chair, back my cold chair, back in my cold chair in my lonely room.
And suddenly all this happiness seems so far, too beautiful, too unreal. Like from another world, like from a place I will never visit again.
And suddenly the pain is back, so real, so strong. And I don't want to think about it anymore.
All I want is to drink the sweet poison that is alcohol and forget where I am, forget who I am and just let the darkness that surrounds us swallow me entirely.
Because I simply don't want to feel anymore.
Because for a few minutes you just want, no you just need to be numb. To feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.


Ballerina by Leona Naess > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cje58i9-DfE