100 Years ago it was something special when the food products were from abroad. Today it’s something special when they’re regional.
To be perfect.
Perfection is what every girl wants to be.
In there own eyes.
To have the perfect figure that they in there own mind seems fit. To be everything in there mind and more. Angelic.
In the eyes of there man.
For them to not stray, for everything they want to be. To be the most amazing creature they’ve every laid eyes upon. To be the world and more. Creation.
In the eyes of there peers. For them to look up to them and see them as a mother figure of importance. To hear there words and see the guidance they spread. Ancient.
To have those things when you’ve had nothing is the most important. To have learned from the stories and seen the past. Is important. To be the peace maker and balancing your own world is always a struggle. And to feel alone is easy.
Your world is your own.
Your sadness is your own.
Your lessons are your own.
And it will never get easier. To be the woman to bit your tongue until it’s torn off will never be easy. To keep the peace will never be easy. And this life will never be easy.
So the question is what can you do?
My only answer is.
You love the people you love. You hurt in the only ways you know how to hurt. You pick up hobbies and drop them. You find yourself even when all feels so lost. Because that’s all you can do.
The small things.
Your dog, your cat, your dad, your art, the people your work with, anything that can make you actually look up and smile. The things your remember. That’s all that matters.
That’s all that keeps me going.
Trust me. Take it from a girl that’s has been dealt the worst had in this life. That some-fucking-how I still have hope. Even though I have no idea where I’m going or what this life has for me. I still live.
It’s hard. And it will never be easier. It will always be hard. But if you can get through this, what next?
What will be the next thing you smile at.