Letters From Linz

Withholding Judgment

judg·ment

tt noun \ˈjəj-mənt\

: an opinion or decision that is based on careful thought

I always fell victim to doing the opposite. Yet all the judgments and opinions, I kept to myself, for fear of hurting others. Most of the time, people surprised me. Some for the better, others for the worse.

He came into my life when I least expected it. I was nervous and laughed like a giddy schoolgirl. A default coping mechanism. I played along, hoping for the best. I thought to myself, some of the best things happen unexpectedly.

He surprised me with his determination. I called him bright eyes and saw myself in him when I was 21. I was ready for the happy, exciting and new. But what if, it all turns out to be a fluke? Can my fragile heart withstand it?

 

*This post, as a response to June 8th’s Daily Prompt

 

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Mindy Kaling is Fearless

An inspiring article from one of my comedic heroes, Mindy Kaling.

Room

I stayed there briefly, didn’t even realize we were going to part ways in a short amount of time. Yet, opportunity was calling and I wasn’t the type to shut down a beckoning potential.

The room, with its teal walls, huge windows that let every ounce of sunlight in was my happy place. “We have to repaint,” advised my Dad. “No, the walls remind me of the ocean,” I said. The room was my reprieve, yet the walls were still thin enough to hear conversations that held windows to the soul. It was the type of place where you can fake your sleep, and no one would ever notice you eavesdropping on an important conversation.

Yet it was time to go. But that room. I think it’ll always keep drawing me back. Perhaps goodbye, but I prefer, see you later.

 

* the post above, as a modified response to today’s Daily Post Challenge

Longing for Gravity

Today’s Daily Prompt: You are on a mission to Mars. Because of the length of of the journey, you will never be able to return to Earth. What about our blue planet will you miss the most?

Sure, it would be fascinating to get a glimpse of Mars for a day. But Earth, there’s nothing quite like it. The ability to be in two places at once in North Carolina and Virginia, the idea of traveling via plane, car, boat or train, exploring vast landscapes that make you feel like anything’s possible.

But mostly, it’s the people, the possibility for travel and finding inspiration in something read, seen and heard, that I’ll miss. People give you strength, hope and allow you to see things in a different light. Travelling gives you thrill and the ability to marvel. And I doubt, the Red Planet will ever have anything that can compare.

Containing Emotion

It was easy for me to master the skill of deception. Smile even when you’ve had the whole world come tumbling down. Cry to mask the anger and frustration. It’s easier this way, I’ve always thought. No explanations needed, no questions asked. But joy, was a whole different story.

Sometimes, it comes in the quiet calm of day, in the form of a memory or a spoken word. Other times, it arrives without warning, making you think how you could have gone so long without it. Joy comes in waves. Will it ever send other emotions awash?

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The Challenge

Dear neglected blog,

A lot has happened in the past 2 months. An unexpected job, an unexpected affinity for a certain boy and an unexpected breath of fresh air in the trip that was Vancouver and Seattle. Truth is, I’ve been meaning to find inspiration to post more, per my sister’s encouragement, but never found the push to do so. That is, until, the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt was too good of a creative challenge to pass out on.

The day’s  prompt was to write a story on the first photo of yourself in the first photo album you can find. So here’s one of my favorite photos below.

Image

The photo above, was taken at Stanley Park in Vancouver. It speaks to my penchant for sitting by large and sturdy looking trees, one that was just begging to be included in a photo opp. This tree is perched across a sidewalk leading to a beach and it will always remind me of that beautiful Spring day, spent with my whole family.

Without careful observation, care of my brother, this delicately curved branch would have never been noticed. I love that as my brother is growing up, so too, does his more outgoing side emerge, leading to a well-received and much appreciated invitation to sit on this tree and take a photo.

Simple as it may seem, this photo evokes so many happy memories and speaks volumes about me. It relays a point on the things we fail to notice and the opportunities that pass us by when we don’t look closely. Yet is also reminds us that should we choose to open our eyes, the world is but a marvelous place, waiting to be appreciated and valued.

 

Begin Again

“Stay strong, just keep trying,” they said. So I began, again. In all honesty, I was listless, frustrated, unsettled. I imagined each possibility. Don’t hold back. Take any opportunity. Does it ever get easier? Does one ever feel like they can swim safely back to shore and just breathe?

Hope and loss. I’ve had too much of both at some point. On good days, the positive thoughts sustain me. On bad days, loss beats hope, 10-0. So each day, I begin again. Hoping that loss doesn’t win over my thoughts, take control of my actions.

I cry. Then I put on my brave girl face, focus, and I begin, again.