AN OPEN LETTER TO THE HATERS....you know you who are...
It must be exhausting to be you.
To walk around so filled with hate and resentment...and that deep seated belief that the world owes you for all you've been through.
This somehow making you feel it's your right to judge and blame.
I know how exhausting it is to live like that...because that used to be me.
You asked me how it is my hindsight can be so rosey?
It's not because I don't remember the bad times...so many of them shared side by side with you.
It's just that I finally realized, our lives are built with our own two hands.
We have a choice, what we take with us. And I'm choosing the roses.
Why, you asked?
Because roses warm my heart. Because in the end the roses are worth more to me than the thorns.
Living through Houston was the hardest year of my life.
How is it then, that only six months gone I can turn around and see roses there too?
Because it was in my darkest hours that I found love and friendship that touched me so deeply it changed who I am as a person.
And that's just how life goes sometimes.
I'd rather remember Houston for the miraculous five flakes of snow on Christmas than for all the nights I cried myself to sleep because I was too stressed, too scared, too lonely, too hungry, and just too fucking exhausted to go on.
I'd rather remember Houston for the kind hearted fellow students who were ALSO starving...who made a point to donate food to ME, than remember it for my actual hunger.
It was in my darkest hour that I found I had the strength and determination to do whatever it took to make this dream come true. Forced to make a choice...I made one.
Don't judge me for the choice...celebrate with me, the strength and the determination it took to make it.
I don't live my life with regret.
If I made the choice, there must have been a reason.
If you can't trust that, than you don't know me.
I've lived a blessed life...
Not because it's been easy.
Not because it's even been happy.
But because it's a life I've lived with integrity, love, loyalty, and friendship.
Because I never forget where I come from...but I don't let it weigh me down.
But mostly because, it's not only a life I can look back on and be proud of...it's also a life I can look back on, and be inspired by. To be inspired by ones own life is truly a blessing. You can hate me for that...but I'll always remember you with roses.
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It must be exhausting to be you.
To walk around so filled with hate and resentment...and that deep seated belief that the world owes you for all you've been through.
This somehow making you feel it's your right to judge and blame.
I know how exhausting it is to live like that...because that used to be me.
You asked me how it is my hindsight can be so rosey?
It's not because I don't remember the bad times...so many of them shared side by side with you.
It's just that I finally realized, our lives are built with our own two hands.
We have a choice, what we take with us. And I'm choosing the roses.
Why, you asked?
Because roses warm my heart. Because in the end the roses are worth more to me than the thorns.
Living through Houston was the hardest year of my life.
How is it then, that only six months gone I can turn around and see roses there too?
Because it was in my darkest hours that I found love and friendship that touched me so deeply it changed who I am as a person.
And that's just how life goes sometimes.
I'd rather remember Houston for the miraculous five flakes of snow on Christmas than for all the nights I cried myself to sleep because I was too stressed, too scared, too lonely, too hungry, and just too fucking exhausted to go on.
I'd rather remember Houston for the kind hearted fellow students who were ALSO starving...who made a point to donate food to ME, than remember it for my actual hunger.
It was in my darkest hour that I found I had the strength and determination to do whatever it took to make this dream come true. Forced to make a choice...I made one.
Don't judge me for the choice...celebrate with me, the strength and the determination it took to make it.
I don't live my life with regret.
If I made the choice, there must have been a reason.
If you can't trust that, than you don't know me.
I've lived a blessed life...
Not because it's been easy.
Not because it's even been happy.
But because it's a life I've lived with integrity, love, loyalty, and friendship.
Because I never forget where I come from...but I don't let it weigh me down.
But mostly because, it's not only a life I can look back on and be proud of...it's also a life I can look back on, and be inspired by. To be inspired by ones own life is truly a blessing. You can hate me for that...but I'll always remember you with roses.
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That doesn't make me a hater, and I don't think I deserve the cold shoulder from you.
That's all.