Thriving or Barely Surviving

 Dear readers, 

Recently, I have been put up to the horrific test of camping. You might think I'm being dramatic; in that case, you'd be very correct. It is truly the most time-consuming and wish-I-was-doing-something-else hobby in the world. I don't judge, but I do worry for the millions of people who find this type of physical exertion "fun". The only ecstatic and euphoric thing that happened during that trip was probably the consumption of over a billion s'mores. (My stomach hated/s me)  Camping is much like the healing process of humankind. You are placed out into the unknown (okay, maybe the camping ground was pretty popular, but still!! Almost drowned in the fresh air and the Delaware River!!), and you are given limited supplies to live. You are robbed of a life you once imagined you'd always have because of something you did. You can't help but hate the environment around you because you refuse to hate yourself. And when you do, you start stuffing your face with gooey marshmallows and melted chocolate. (no joke, they were literally so good I could curse)  And then you hate yourself for doing that. The healing process is one big joke presented to a circus audience that is the public. My message to you today is: Eat as many marshmallows as you want, hate as much as you want, and even cry. Because you'll never get anywhere if you don't start healing now. The hardest thing to do is start. 

With much love, 

diarygirl

The Bare Minimum

 Dear readers, 

When starved or hungry, we eat whatever is on our plate, with no hesitation. And therefore, our opinions and commentary about the food will most definitely be biased. We'll say that the food is exemplary in taste and unforgettable in flavor. We'll remark boastingly about the color, simplicity, and maybe even the intricate design (if we're feeling British). In reality, the food on our plate could be microwaved carrots (yes, microwavable carrots are a thing) with a side of an expired ranch. Why? Because we were starved. Hungry. Robbed. Desperate. Our opinions and commentary about people can be explained in a similar matter. Let's say, unfortunately, you've been deserted by someone that makes you feel the most beautiful emotions beyond the power of love. They literally left you in the Sahara Desert with nothing but a bottle of water. You hate this person. You REALLY do. But these feelings can't be simplified because he's not yours. And he was never yours. So now-- you hate yourself more than you'd like to admit. After a couple of hours, you're dehydrated, starving, and exhausted. And then you see it-- you see the golden royalty on a golden chariot with golden horses and all the golden men a golden King or Queen could ask for. You see the person who left you a while ago. With nothing. You see them and your heart almost combusts. They say, "Hey." And the next thing you know, you're on their golden paradise riding away to god knows where. And that's all it took for you to become acquainted again with the person that left you to die. A simple, "Hey." Just like the mushed-up carrots, this person is unappealing and self-centered, but you still would risk anything and everything for someone who wouldn't do the same for you. My message for you today: Wake up and become who you wish that person could be.

With much love, 

diarygirl