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Thursday, September 1st, 2016

Well, I haven’t written in here in a while. Again. Oops.

Made some updates to my sidebars/information since so much time has passed. Set some goals, as well.

  • More Posts. I was doing so well, and then I got off track. I need to write more in other avenues than my personal journal and my bullet journal.
  • More Pictures. This feature is something my posts, in general, are lacking. So much text and nothing to break it up. So… let’s take more pictures!

Yeeeeeep. There are some goals for ya.

Anyways…I’m gonna be leaving in less than eight hours to Colorado for an anime convention and visiting friends. NDK! Haven’t been there since I started this blog. :3

I’ll post when I get back~! <3

Father’s Day

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2015

I lost my father at the end of last year, not even days after I got married and a little over a month before one of my favorite holidays to celebrate with my dad, Christmas. Father’s Day holds a special place in my heart.

After my father passed away, I was going through some of his things that he kept in a small box next to his favorite chair in the living room. Little notebooks and brushes for my cat Cortana (whom he absolutely adored). What really stood out for me the most were a pile of cards that I got him for various days such as Father’s Day, his birthday, and so on. He had at least two years of cards from me, only me, in this box. My father treasured me more than anything else, and his love means so much to me.

This is the first Father’s Day I’ve had to spend without him. I can definitely feel the empty space in my chest. Things just aren’t the same. My dad is probably the biggest reason I came out okay, and I can’t thank him enough for everything he has ever done for me.

Perhaps this is why I am so easily offended by all the little posts I’ve read about how there are some people out there who genuinely feel like like Father’s Day is a joke. Of course, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I believe that wholeheartedly, and I still respect other peoples’ opinions. It’s only fair I share my own.

Father’s Day seems to be a touchy subject for some people, especially the ones that have had negative experiences with fathers. I consider myself lucky to have had such a wonderful father. Even if it does happen to be a fake hashtag on Twitter, #EndFathersDay really does hit a sore spot for me. Yes, there are probably a lot of shitty fathers out there who don’t even deserve the title, but is it fair to call and end to something that appreciates those fathers who took care of their families and fully accepted the responsibility of being a parent?

If anything, Mother’s Day is the one that leaves a sour taste in my mouth. My mother isn’t the worst person ever, but she wasn’t the best person, either. The way she raised me contributed to my stunted emotional development that I’m still working on sorting to this day. My father was always the one who provided me with the affection that my mother was incapable of giving. He was the reassuring voice that dulled the critical edge of my mother’s criticisms. He taught me that I was okay exactly the way I was, and as long as I did my best, he was more than proud of me.

I guess I happen see things from the opposite end of the spectrum. I haven’t had all that positive of an experience with my own mother. I’ve known people who have been abused, mistreated, and abandoned by their mothers. I’ve had friends who had only their fathers to raise them when their mothers ran off. Yet you do not hear me yelling at the top of my lungs that Mother’s Day should sod right off because my mother wasn’t the healthiest parent to be raised by. Who am I to say that all mothers are horrible because mine wasn’t all that great to me?

I have a friend who is so much younger than me, yet she is such an inspirational single mother. My grandmother on my father’s side was one of the sweetest ladies alive, and she gave me nothing but love and happiness the entire time she was alive. I just know so many other inspirational mothers and grandmothers who deserve the love and affection they receive on Mother’s Day. My mother does not dictate the behavior of every other mother who deserves recognition; even then, I still cherish my mother for trying.

Just because some father figures were abysmal doesn’t mean we shouldn’t celebrate the other fathers out there who work hard to support their family, care for their children, and really make that difference in peoples’ lives. After all, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

I miss you, dad. I think about you every day. I’m glad I had you in my life, and I’m happy that I got to be as close with you as I was. I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Thank you for being such a light in my life.

Friday, April 24th, 2015

ca·thar·sis

(kə-thär′sĭs)

n. pl. ca·thar·ses (-sēz)

1. Medicine Purgation, especially for the digestive system.
2. A purifying or figurative cleansing of the emotions, especially pity and fear, described by Aristotle as an effect of tragic drama on its audience.
3. A release of emotional tension, as after an overwhelming experience, that restores or refreshes the spirit.
4. Psychology

a. A technique used to relieve tension and anxiety by bringing repressed feelings and fears to consciousness.
b. The therapeutic result of this process; abreaction.

 


An innumerable amount of factors contribute to the entirety of who we are; however, in the process of moving forward, sometimes we have to take a moment to stop ourselves from habitually looking back when we already know what remains behind.

We need to understand the mistakes we have made in order to prevent future mishaps in the same vein. Yet we cannot draw on these recollections too often; constant dwelling on the errors of our ways hinders us from living in the present. When we fretfully reminisce on events and decisions made in the past, we become stagnant. We are unable to move forward because we’ve chained ourselves to our guilt, our fear, our transgressions, our misapprehensions.


 

Releasing ourselves from the toxicity clouding our very existences can lead to a variety of reflexive responses, often in paradoxical combinations.

We must remember why we made the choices that we did, particularly based on the circumstances given to us at that very time. Hindsight, as always, has perfect vision. We can spend our entire lives looking back with regret at the decisions we made when we did not have all the tools and information at our disposal. We have to remember how we felt at that time. Even if this decision lead to a tragic mistake, we cannot hold transgressions that occurred against us that were simply beyond our control.

All we can do is accept the choices we have made, take responsibility for the errors that we directly made, and forgive ourselves for the consequences that are genuinely beyond our reach, our ability to mend.

We assume that we have the utmost amount of control when we perform an action within the world, that accidental consequences that would have never normally factored in are our burdens to bear.

We fail to see the irony in expecting perfection in a universe birthed from chaos.


 

We often forget that, at the end of the day, we are the only ones who have to live with the choices we made, the paths we took, the effort we put in. We forget that the only thing we can genuinely control in the universe is what we do and how we react to what the universe brings back in return.

The universe does not embrace a perfect algorithm as to where you can, without a doubt, provide the perfect action to obtain the desired reaction. We can become well versed in playing the odds, yet we cannot guarantee that every perfectly played interaction will result in success. Even when success looks apparent, we are simply unable to perfectly decipher the silent nuances that keep this game (so to speak) ever changing.

A construct may look and appear structurally sound on paper, yet a singular, almost invisible, fault could just as well rend the whole structure asunder. It may not even be a flaw implemented in creation but a structural anomaly developed over an infinite expanse of time. These elements are beyond our control. To say that the failure or damage to structural integrity is the fault of one person alone (unless purposefully implemented as such) is absurd, yet we find ourselves blaming events, incidents, and accidents on ourselves when our intentions in the whole grand scheme of things were genuinely unadulterated. When others react poorly to a decision we’ve made to care for ourselves, we end up feeling guilty for choosing to make someone else happy instead of doing what needs to be done to take care of ourselves.

The logical fallacies are quite obvious when documented, yet for some reason, in our heads, we feel that others are validated in their consternation towards the pursuit of our own needs. Lost in the moment, we conveniently forget that the people that genuinely care for your well being will not press their agenda on us when we are unable to satisfy our own needs.

We often fail to see the irony in that being made to feel as if we are selfish for genuinely doing what is best to take care of ourselves, when in reality it is that very accuser who is being selfish.

In the end, perception is solely based on the eye of the beholder. Just because someone tells us that something is the way it is does not mean that we have to treat it as the infallible truth. We are able to draw our own conclusions, make our own investigations, and believe what we believe. In the end, it’s all a matter of perspective.

(Author’s Note: Extremism changes the dynamic but not the overall message.)


 

Nothing in life was ever meant to be static. While it retains its general shape and concept, life is constantly in ebb and flow. Just because something comes in to your life means it will always be there. Just because something leaves your life doesn’t mean it will be gone forever. Even in the toughest of situations, we always have a choice, even if some of the choices are unappealing and not what we want to do.

Life is what we make of it, after all.