Weazel

I have been living away from home for a while now.. But the last week, I have started to realize it for the first time. Not hearing my sisters singing or humming in her room. Not hearing my little sis playing with dolls or doing the usual of a five-year-old. Not hearing the TV on some sport channel, not noticing the smell of dinner being made every afternoon. Most of my friends wanted to leave home as soon as they were done with school, but not me. If I had a choice, I would live with my parents for as long as I could. Not because I am afraid to live alone, but just because of the bond that has grown between me and my family. I am extremely close with my parents, and that's why I miss them so much. We had a big race the past weekend, so my parents and little sis came through for the weekend. It was a blast to see them again, for the first time in a month if I am correct. Just to hear my little sisters chatter and speaking her imagination in the background gave me a warm feeling...

I have come to realize something the last past months. Every time I am having a hard time with something, may it be something physical, emotional, what ever, I tend to focus so hard on getting past that feeling of pain, figuring out a solution, convincing myself that once I finally pass this barrier I am facing today, everything will be fine. Only to realize, a bunch of new problems to arise afterwards. And it tends to break a person down mentally.  This has happen to me so many times, and to others, that I have witnessed. In our heads we create a future for ourselves. A life that we dream of to have one day. And ninety percent of the time we walk towards that reality. And sadly, there are only a hand full of people on this planet, that eventually reach that reality, and get to live it. As for the rest, focusing so hard on what they want, they forget what they have, right now. And some realize this, yes, but for most it is to late. They have lived a life of absence to the prese...