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Every once in a while you’ll reach a point where everything becomes clear, even for a moment, and you relate to something. For me, this revelation always comes when I’m reading a book, or watching a television show or movie. I believe that’s why most people write and why they act, the hope that one day their work will touch someone and help them in some kind of way. Maybe it’s a little self-centered of me (as is this entire blog) but I believe that I am that person all of these things are targeted toward. Introverted, shy, loner, and those parts of me that wants to feel like I’m not alone in whatever I’m thinking or feeling.
“We don’t say “when” because there’s something about the possibility of more. More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better.
There’s something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say “when.” I think it’s a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It’s entirely up to the individual… and depends on what’s being poured. Sometimes, all we want is a taste. Other times, there’s no such thing as enough. The glass is bottomless. And all we want… is more.” – Grey’s Anatomy, Season 2, Episode 2 – Enough is Enough (No more tears)
More.
How does this apply to me? It does in more ways than I’m willing to admit to myself -and I know that I should. More often than not, nothing is enough for me. I don’t know how to say “when”. It’s not something I’m proud of but I don’t believe it’s something I’m alone on. Oddly enough, as someone who strives for minimalism, more is still always better for me and I’m trying to break myself out of that habit. I’d like to apply minimalism to every tangible aspect of my life but should I apply it to the more personal aspects as well? Do I really have enough? Of everything? It’s not always a bad thing to want more but often, it makes me come off as selfish. I’ll be the first to admit, I can be incredibly selfish. Followers on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram? I want more. Comments on my blog? More please. Makeup? More. Shoes? More. Coffee? Lol yeah I need more. Gadgets? Movies? .. Time? But do I really need more of anything? In the long run – do any of these things matter? No. I should be content right? I should be content that I already have more than I need of almost everything. More love? I have amazing friends that not only tell me they love me daily, but show me. I have family that love me regardless of what I say or do. Should that be enough? Do I really need the love of strangers? Do I need a significant other to feel like I have enough love? Even if I had that – would it be enough or would I constantly be yearning for more? I need to learn to say that’s enough and I’m content. Not just content, but happy. The fact that I’m not content with the amount of love in my life makes me feel that I’m downplaying my friends and family and I don’t want to feel like they’re not supplying me with sufficient love. I would hate for them to feel that way and I hate that I feel that way. I shouldn’t be looking for more love or more validation for anyone.
I’ve always been a glass half-empty kind of girl. Not because I’m necessarily pessimistic, although I can be, I’d always rather have a full glass. Why can’t I have it all? Sure it doesn’t have to be all or nothing but should I really settle for having less than I want? Why can’t I have more than it all? Why can’t I have extra? Obviously, I’m not perfect, I’d never claim to be, and I’m not trying to be perfect. I’d just like to be the best me possible and if I’m always wanting more, more, more I think it’s impossible to actually be happy. I can’t be the best me possible unless I’m happy and content with how things are and what I have. Life is so short and I’m sure that I’m wasting too much of it focusing on getting “more” rather than just enjoying what I have rather it be material or intangible. Why should I continue wasting whatever time I have left on earth wallowing in self-pity because I don’t believe it’s possible to have enough? I should enjoy my time, enjoy my things, enjoy my friends and family, enjoy my life. I think the only thing I absolutely need more of to be happy is self love which is probably the only thing I never work on getting more of and I’ve said “when” way too soon. I should love myself more – physically, emotionally, mentally. Why have I said “when” to myself when I should have wanted more? I should want more of things that matter! I’ve been wanting more of all the wrong things and settling for a half-filled shot glass of all the things I really need.
(I’m overusing words like “me” and “I” because this is how I apply lessons to myself – I don’t want to say “we” or “people” because implies that I’m not taking responsibility for myself, actions, or thoughts – just in case you were wondering)
{it’s no secret that I was raised by every form of fiction – be it television, film, or literature, I make no effort to hide that a lot of my feelings and actions, even today, are dictated by what I see and read. These are probably the most personal posts I will ever have on my blog as they are an evaluation of life how I see it and how I feel. Sometimes comments will be disabled. Life Lessons from Fiction is a running series on this blog – to see more of the series click here}