honestly. be willing to tell yourself the truth no matter how painful the truth might be. know that the acknowledgement of an issue(s) is the first step to correcting it. don’t allow yourself to live in delusion.
Few days ago Hasan Minhaj joked that Indians always mix finance with other statements. As an Indian, i found it really funny. To give some background to this poem, I have to rewind a bit. Since the past few months, I have been seething and angrily blaming myself for investing so much of my energy into the wrong, selfish and manipulative kind of people (some who I called my friends). Until today, when I was hit by an epiphany. I began to wonder what do those people do or feel, the ones who make bad investments in the stock markets or otherwise financially? How do they get over bad investments? Just like how I invested emotionally with some people with my emotional labour and time, there may have been others who invested their earnings made from physical labour, blood, sweat and tears poorly. In the first case, I only lost those selfish friends but the investors too lost their hard earned earnings. And then as I found out, losses are losses. And this poem came to me. I learnt that after bad financial investments, you must cut your losses (lose my 'friends' in my case) and then invest prudently in diverse portfolios, LMAO.
Feel free to vent about your 'bad investments' in the comments!
𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂: i hope you remember, each morning when you wake up, to be grateful for another day. and if life has been hard for a few days, weeks, months, or even years, never forget that you are so loved and appreciated. remember to focus on the beautiful things. like watching the sunset, hearing new music, the sound of birds in the early morning... but also remember it’s okay to feel sad, just know you’re not alone in what you’re feeling. one day, i pray from the bottom of my heart, that the pain you feel can no longer reach you. that you will wake up and be able to be free from the things that cause you hurt. i know it seems such a long journey to get to that point, but never stop trying. i know it’s hard, it’s so so hard. i’m still somewhere stumbling along that journey, but i know one day it will all be worth it. believe in yourself, and if you can’t quite yet, then i will believe in you for you. sometimes i know we don’t all have the encouragement, love, and support that we deserve in life, so please know that i genuinely mean it when i say: i love you and i will always be hoping the best for you. all my love, from the bottom of my heart, to you.
- @honeylovc /maryjane perez
|BEFORE THE KILN|
My lifes plan B is the potters new plan A
I am become recycled clay.
I kissed a whore, I swallowed a pill, I sold my organs, I tried to kill
Myself, my time, I married sinning.
I became dizzy from the potters spinning.
A planted suspicion shook my basin
That the sculptor wasn't safe.
So I flung myself on to the ground and smashed to a thousand pieces.
Then he came to me and waited for me to admit that I was broken.
He wept on the shrapnel and softened my heart
The meaning of this mercy unspoken.
He threw me again with tear watered skin all the while in spin.
And fashioned a person greater than the first one,
A vessel made for Him.
A wider mouth, a deeper soul, a further reach, vast aquifer.
I'm curved around his fingers, malleable to the touch,
But just before the fire, my potter kiss the mud.