Let's Go Hiking! (Anywhere But The Grouse Grind)
Good evening! I hope you are well & that you have been adjusting to the recent rainy weather nicely. It's hard to believe that we're already three weeks into the school year so if no one's told you yet, I'm proud of you. It only gets better (and slightly worse) from here.
Working out is the action of strengthening the muscles in one's body, whilst maintaining one's health and ensuring that fitness levels are just right. However, it's always difficult starting out.
No, I will not be writing about working out because I myself am not a huge fitness junkie. I'm skinny, I walk for long periods each and everyday, sometimes I even forget to eat my greens. Calories have never been my friend and perhaps won't be for a long time. At least until I am done (hopefully) my four years in university. Truth be told, I shy away from working out because I am insecure and feel as if I am too weak to sustain such a habit that requires massive dedication and persistence. For now, I think I will stick to reading and writing blog posts such as these once every blue moon.
Not everyone's aspiring to be the next Arnold Schwarzenegger (try spelling that with your eyes closed) or Dwayne "The Bato" Johnson. Surely not everyone goes to the gym 24/7 365 to chisel their frame to, "maintain a healthy lifestyle" or perhaps to impress the cute girl/boy at their local recreation centre. The matter of the fact is that everyone has their reasons for working out. If you look closely however, you'll realize that everyone does actually work out. Everyday, for their whole lives. (It's not something you see with your eyes)
If you really look at someone and get to know them, you'll realize that they're carrying something.
In fact, you'll be able to recognize that everyone is carrying something.
Baggage due to a painful past, backpacks of present fears, we all share this human burden. Whether you're Catholic or not, I refer to this invisible weight as a cross. The same object of shame, suffering & pain that Jesus carried to the top of hill before giving up His life. Nails piercing His hands in order to keep Him hanging. for everyone to see and judge. Such a simple cross which led to the conception of a religion that now has over a billion followers around the world. The act of carrying an insurmountable weight brought change that is still alive today and has left its own footprints on history.
That insurmountable weight for me is my fear of being inadequate; a person that is not enough.
I try to cope with it by spending time alone, distancing myself from others so as to not burden them and to view myself as a cross that they now have to carry. I'd much rather let myself struggle and live with the pain, rather than seeing someone else bear the weight of a cross that I should be carrying myself.
Recently, I've been trying to get by all on my own. I've sought His presence, venturing alone to daily mass and sitting in the pews with my hands clenching my heart. Struggling to give it up. To allow myself to be loved.
A friend told me that we must allow ourselves to be loved by others so that we in turn may love. There are some things that we weren't meant to carry alone.
It's always difficult seeing the people you love suffer but how would you feel if a friend was suffering and you had absolutely no idea?
Remember, everyone is carrying something.
I'm trying my best to ask for help when the weight simply is too much. Even just a simple message to a friend or starting a random game of tent basketball with Maya. Not to distract myself but to acknowledge the fact that I am not an island. Hiding in my imperfections and struggles will only prevent the people around me from showing me the love that I so desperately desire.
We were made for love and we are made to love.
The crosses we carry go hand in hand with our unique ability to love.
Ask someone how they are, how their day went or what their favourite thing to do is. It may seem small to you but in their eyes, it could be just what they need.
Also, if you ever need someone to talk to about your favourite novel or simply just have a conversation, know that I am always willing. I also have a free dilly bar coupon from DQ so hmu hehehe.
Find your own way of loving and stick to it - the world will be a much better place.
AMDG
Working out is the action of strengthening the muscles in one's body, whilst maintaining one's health and ensuring that fitness levels are just right. However, it's always difficult starting out.
No, I will not be writing about working out because I myself am not a huge fitness junkie. I'm skinny, I walk for long periods each and everyday, sometimes I even forget to eat my greens. Calories have never been my friend and perhaps won't be for a long time. At least until I am done (hopefully) my four years in university. Truth be told, I shy away from working out because I am insecure and feel as if I am too weak to sustain such a habit that requires massive dedication and persistence. For now, I think I will stick to reading and writing blog posts such as these once every blue moon.
Not everyone's aspiring to be the next Arnold Schwarzenegger (try spelling that with your eyes closed) or Dwayne "The Bato" Johnson. Surely not everyone goes to the gym 24/7 365 to chisel their frame to, "maintain a healthy lifestyle" or perhaps to impress the cute girl/boy at their local recreation centre. The matter of the fact is that everyone has their reasons for working out. If you look closely however, you'll realize that everyone does actually work out. Everyday, for their whole lives. (It's not something you see with your eyes)
If you really look at someone and get to know them, you'll realize that they're carrying something.
In fact, you'll be able to recognize that everyone is carrying something.
Baggage due to a painful past, backpacks of present fears, we all share this human burden. Whether you're Catholic or not, I refer to this invisible weight as a cross. The same object of shame, suffering & pain that Jesus carried to the top of hill before giving up His life. Nails piercing His hands in order to keep Him hanging. for everyone to see and judge. Such a simple cross which led to the conception of a religion that now has over a billion followers around the world. The act of carrying an insurmountable weight brought change that is still alive today and has left its own footprints on history.That insurmountable weight for me is my fear of being inadequate; a person that is not enough.
I try to cope with it by spending time alone, distancing myself from others so as to not burden them and to view myself as a cross that they now have to carry. I'd much rather let myself struggle and live with the pain, rather than seeing someone else bear the weight of a cross that I should be carrying myself.
Recently, I've been trying to get by all on my own. I've sought His presence, venturing alone to daily mass and sitting in the pews with my hands clenching my heart. Struggling to give it up. To allow myself to be loved.
A friend told me that we must allow ourselves to be loved by others so that we in turn may love. There are some things that we weren't meant to carry alone.
It's always difficult seeing the people you love suffer but how would you feel if a friend was suffering and you had absolutely no idea?
Remember, everyone is carrying something.
I'm trying my best to ask for help when the weight simply is too much. Even just a simple message to a friend or starting a random game of tent basketball with Maya. Not to distract myself but to acknowledge the fact that I am not an island. Hiding in my imperfections and struggles will only prevent the people around me from showing me the love that I so desperately desire.
We were made for love and we are made to love.
The crosses we carry go hand in hand with our unique ability to love.
Ask someone how they are, how their day went or what their favourite thing to do is. It may seem small to you but in their eyes, it could be just what they need.
Also, if you ever need someone to talk to about your favourite novel or simply just have a conversation, know that I am always willing. I also have a free dilly bar coupon from DQ so hmu hehehe.
Find your own way of loving and stick to it - the world will be a much better place.
AMDG
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