You loved sunsets. All the shades of reds mixed with the blues and yellows. How they washed the buildings and trees with a gentle, golden glow. You always took pictures.
You loved how messy they were. How there was no “right one”, yet each one was beautiful as the last. You loved that no matter how bad your day had been, you could always look at them and ease your mind, and warm your heart. You loved how they just did their thing, no matter how many people noticed.
So while you looked on, I took a picture of you. Because you were my sunset.
There are quite a few things that I used to love that I don’t do anymore, the thing’s that used to bring me happiness and peace no longer have that effect on me. It’s easy to get caught up in the business of life, you become bombarded with bills and you tend to worry more about things than what you did in high school. Looking back, I wish I never would’ve rushed my high school years. I wish I would’ve taken it slow and enjoyed those moments of being with my friends, laughing and going to the movies or even the mall. And being content with the fact that I could only afford something that only cost me $5.
I’m 23 years old and so far I’ve learned that life happens and that we have no control over certain situations that may arise in our life. If you look at it, the thing’s that we used to love may no longer be part of our lives which seems a bit melancholy. We’ve let the things of life take away some of the thing’s that we loved the most, the thing’s that we cherished with every ounce of our bones. How do we go back? Can we even go back? Is that even a good idea? I know people grow out of stuff, but even that is usually related to personal growth. What I’m talking about is not anywhere along the lines of personal growth, and that being the reason we lose interest in some of the thing’s we used to love. No, I’m talking about things that we no longer enjoy all because we’re sad, angry, frustrated, and would rather just shut everyone out because we don’t know how else to cope. We don’t know what else to say, or even how to act.
I feel as if God is looking directly at us, making eye contact as much as possible while we’re the ones who keep looking left to right and up and down. As if we’re scared that He’ll see what we’ve become, or what we’re becoming. There are times where I wish God would grab me by the shoulders and say “Maria, stop”. Stop over thinking, stop looking back, and stop being so hard on yourself. Quite honestly I miss looking at the sunset, I miss lying in bed in the mornings/nights as I put my headphones on to listen to some music that puts me at ease. I miss being me. Maybe I got a little lost along the way of trying to find myself, which might be why the things that I used to love no longer interest me.
I used to talk with God every morning and night, I’d tell him how thankful I’d be for giving me another day. I’d tell him at night all that went on during my day, even if it was bad or good. I used to look forward to going to church and meeting all my lovely church family, I used to enjoy playing Bass for our music team, I used to love fellow shipping at special events throughout the summer with my church. Today I dread those things. I don’t have that desire that I used to and I know people have caught on, sometimes I hear through the grapevine that others have been asking “Where has Maria been lately, or how has Maria been, I haven’t heard from her in a spell?”.
Lastly, I used to write all of the time. No matter where I was at, I could be at the grocery store in the checkout line and an amazing thought pops into my head for a good writing topic. I’d quickly get my little notepad and pen out, and constantly repeat in my head of what I just said and try to put it down on paper right away before the words slipped away from me. Now in days, I find myself struggling with coming up with a blog that people would find interesting, for instance, I’ve been working on this exact blog for about a good whole month now. I’ve deleted so many lines, at least 50 times or so. Looking at this blog has me thinking I’ve been ranting on just a bit too much, but I will post it regardless of what how I feel about it. I just hope (as always) that I can reach out to some of you. That whatever you’re feeling, that you realize just by reading my content that you’re not so alone. Cause you’re not, I can guarantee you that much.
Anyways, I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.