At One Point I Was Ready To Give Up
I try to make light of every situation, I can that’s possibly at best. That being said with the harsh demons of the world, I could go on forever in a day about how we could be, or how we could end up making this world a better place, but who are we kidding… Huh… Who, but look in the mirror because this is a product of what we have done to ourselves. So in the end how could we blame anybody for our approaching to becoming extinct, I don’t always want to hate nor do, I want to smile. Sometimes, I even would like to be there for people that, I don’t even know. Today for the first time my writing was criticized because they felt as though my lack of not using punctuations was a result of not being educated, but in all honesty the point, I was trying to make didn’t call to have any of the sort, I knew what, I was doing and my point got to who it needed to, but in that moment, I won’t lie. It hurt my feelings because this world is cruel. If this is something that, I plan to do then my skin will have to become as close to bulletproof as possible if not all the way. Once you work is out there for the world to see. You have to expect everything to come with any type of feedback. Good, or Bad… Just because you work hard on something thinking it’s the best you’ve put out yet. Maybe nobody else will view things in such a light. Does it hurt? Of course it does, but that should make you that much more determined to make them believe/ just as you do its okay to cry about the mishap, but don’t stay there for too long, I Blog a lot and for a long time nobody would even view what, I would put out. So, I became discouraged and did something stupid, I deleted everything, and gave up, I knew in the my heart that it was wrong, but I let my head confused my thoughts. Then for about almost a year, I gave up writing all together, I just didn’t have the time anymore and nobody was reading anything, I wrote. So maybe, I put into my own head that, I wasn’t any good. Never calling on God because, I was set in my ways to just forget about it all together. Then, I fell in love so, I thought yet again with someone who could care less even if, I too where alive, I grabbed my laptop, and I wrote this heartfelt amazing poem that still to this day nobody including him couldn’t respond. That’s how deep inside it was, I always as a person felt lonely inside... Even in my relationship to date. It’s not his fault honestly it’s just so things, I have to find within myself to let go. Anyway after, I wrote the poem it got me back into writing more, but this time everything that, I wrote was a status on my Face book Page, or anything that, I thought was securely saved on my USB port, I wouldn’t post it on the internet in fear that the same thing would happen, and all my work would be in vain, but eventually, I realized laying in my bed that, I had a gift to make a difference, and not everybody will everybody will love what you do, but if you have one person to say. Hey Great Job… Than that makes all the difference, I can’t give up my dreams just because at the time nobody was there. So, I started a new Blog and I posted day in, and day out, and sure just like last time ( NOTHING ) but slowly but shortly the views started coming more, and more, and even though, I feel it could be a lot better than it is, but at least now I’m making a lot more progress than, I was the first time. My first Blog was up for almost 6 months, and I had less than 30 views. Now it’s been the same only this time, I have over 4,000 views. This may not seem like a lot to somebody who score major views on every single post, but for me I’m thankful, and grateful for every view, and comment that, I get because remember, I almost gave up because, I let everything, I was going through plus that weight of the world bring me to a place. Where in my mind failure was an option, and it’s now because it’s never too late for change, and when times get that low. Take my advice reach out, and call his name because it’s a long, long road…
Trinidad B.
P.S. If you wondering why, I never posted the poem, I just felt that it was a dark road for me, I cried so much that night after. A part of me just didn’t want to relive that moment all over again, and now that I’m talking about it, I honestly don’t know what to do about it?
I try to make light of every situation, I can that’s possibly at best. That being said with the harsh demons of the world, I could go on forever in a day about how we could be, or how we could end up making this world a better place, but who are we kidding… Huh… Who, but look in the mirror because this is a product of what we have done to ourselves. So in the end how could we blame anybody for our approaching to becoming extinct, I don’t always want to hate nor do, I want to smile. Sometimes, I even would like to be there for people that, I don’t even know. Today for the first time my writing was criticized because they felt as though my lack of not using punctuations was a result of not being educated, but in all honesty the point, I was trying to make didn’t call to have any of the sort, I knew what, I was doing and my point got to who it needed to, but in that moment, I won’t lie. It hurt my feelings because this world is cruel. If this is something that, I plan to do then my skin will have to become as close to bulletproof as possible if not all the way. Once you work is out there for the world to see. You have to expect everything to come with any type of feedback. Good, or Bad… Just because you work hard on something thinking it’s the best you’ve put out yet. Maybe nobody else will view things in such a light. Does it hurt? Of course it does, but that should make you that much more determined to make them believe/ just as you do its okay to cry about the mishap, but don’t stay there for too long, I Blog a lot and for a long time nobody would even view what, I would put out. So, I became discouraged and did something stupid, I deleted everything, and gave up, I knew in the my heart that it was wrong, but I let my head confused my thoughts. Then for about almost a year, I gave up writing all together, I just didn’t have the time anymore and nobody was reading anything, I wrote. So maybe, I put into my own head that, I wasn’t any good. Never calling on God because, I was set in my ways to just forget about it all together. Then, I fell in love so, I thought yet again with someone who could care less even if, I too where alive, I grabbed my laptop, and I wrote this heartfelt amazing poem that still to this day nobody including him couldn’t respond. That’s how deep inside it was, I always as a person felt lonely inside... Even in my relationship to date. It’s not his fault honestly it’s just so things, I have to find within myself to let go. Anyway after, I wrote the poem it got me back into writing more, but this time everything that, I wrote was a status on my Face book Page, or anything that, I thought was securely saved on my USB port, I wouldn’t post it on the internet in fear that the same thing would happen, and all my work would be in vain, but eventually, I realized laying in my bed that, I had a gift to make a difference, and not everybody will everybody will love what you do, but if you have one person to say. Hey Great Job… Than that makes all the difference, I can’t give up my dreams just because at the time nobody was there. So, I started a new Blog and I posted day in, and day out, and sure just like last time ( NOTHING ) but slowly but shortly the views started coming more, and more, and even though, I feel it could be a lot better than it is, but at least now I’m making a lot more progress than, I was the first time. My first Blog was up for almost 6 months, and I had less than 30 views. Now it’s been the same only this time, I have over 4,000 views. This may not seem like a lot to somebody who score major views on every single post, but for me I’m thankful, and grateful for every view, and comment that, I get because remember, I almost gave up because, I let everything, I was going through plus that weight of the world bring me to a place. Where in my mind failure was an option, and it’s now because it’s never too late for change, and when times get that low. Take my advice reach out, and call his name because it’s a long, long road…
Trinidad B.
P.S. If you wondering why, I never posted the poem, I just felt that it was a dark road for me, I cried so much that night after. A part of me just didn’t want to relive that moment all over again, and now that I’m talking about it, I honestly don’t know what to do about it?
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