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Live in the present. Live in the life you have now. Don’t look back at the glory days and wonder why you were there. Sure, the temperatures were milder, the colds were fine, the warms were wonderful. Now they’re all over the place. Now you huddle in a house where you can see your breath in the morning (why would they ever let a valley get to tree-y and secluded? Don’t they know that’s crazy for the cold?). But would you give that house up? Would you give away the strides that you’ve made? Would you give up the life that you’ve made out of the pile of twigs that was there before?
You were anxious. You were scared and internal. You were so, so isolated. Look at you now. You still don’t know what success means, in terms of your life, but you know you’re one step closer. You know that you’ve made such great strides. You are alive. This is good.
» Posted By Dailenna On 07.01.2016 @ 12:23 am
It was a simple matter: either Gwendolyn put the rat down, or she submit to its biting, but something in her didn’t pay attention. Ever since the pain receptors had been turned off, she didn’t see the reason to put up with the effects of the natural world. Why should she succumb to the sun and avoid its burn? Why should she wear shoes, when it didn’t hurt to walk across the rocks? It wasn’t as though she had ever bled – and now she didn’t feel the pressure either. She was never a human, but now even the little things that made her like them were disappearing. There was no reason to maintain the pretense anymore.
» Posted By Dailenna On 10.28.2015 @ 4:34 pm
Summer’s hit again. Well, Spring really, but you know how the temperature starts rising and you start having to wear sunscreen, and no one really bothers with reality, only with what it feels like. When you can’t sleep without your ceiling fan spinning, that’s when Summer hits, not when the days of the year say it’s right. Hot, humid Summer with those storms that break over the course of a few days, then rumble back into hot, cloudless skies. Summer.
» Posted By Dailenna On 10.12.2015 @ 4:27 pm
I always tried to compete with him at school. We had music class together and it was no competition, really. When it came down to it, he was just plain ol’ better. I didn’t have the background knowledge or even the innate talent that he did. He used to show off his music to us – “Look, I’ve been working on this at home,” and all of a sudden he’d play some mp3 off free software that sounded like a ten second snatch of the future.
I have all the room to improve now, where he has none. There’s no competition to play off anymore, just a straight line as I learn more and catch up to his genius in that slow crawl that will never reach his benchmark. I could be good, but really I will never be the genius he was.
» Posted By Dailenna On 10.09.2015 @ 4:52 pm
I wanted to be cool, as a kid. I wanted to be that person who everyone recognised and admired, but it wasn’t my scene. I was the goofball – the one who mucked around, pretended to be really tough. The one who hit my friends playfully until I found out they hated it, and then I cried. I wasn’t cool, I wasn’t anything. I was just a mess.
» Posted By Dailenna On 09.14.2015 @ 11:54 pm
It was ten years since the last time I’d sen him. His face was weathered, wrinkles pulling down at the edges of his eyes, and neck folding like an accordion. He’d aged badly. But still my heart fluttered in relapse of the feelings we’d shared. Looking up at me from his book, he seemed smaller, but his mouth widened into a smile and in my mind his shoulders filled out, and he was the same goofy guy he ever was.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.24.2015 @ 8:38 pm
How is it possible to write about grace and the things I have been graced with without mentioning God? I don’t think it is!
He has graced me with a life that is free of my fluttering, self-doubt. He has graced me with the chance to love in a way that doesn’t ache and hurt and make me long to be loved back. He has graced me with forgiveness.
There is such freedom in His grace.
» Posted By Dailenna On 09.19.2014 @ 4:11 pm
Sanders looked at his master drearily, pins set between his lips as he tugged at the curtains.
“No, longer. They have to brush the floor.”
» Posted By Dailenna On 07.17.2014 @ 4:46 am
I could deal with the emotional abuse if you didn’t pity me for putting up with it.
» Posted By Dailenna On 12.20.2013 @ 7:34 pm
If life wasn’t so hard, what would it be, really? Would it be something where everyone just chose to make everyone else happy, because that wasn’t as hard? or would it be something where everyone pursued their own selfish dreams, because that wasn’t that hard either? Or would everyone just stop caring?Do people care to do things because the challenge makes them worth it, or do they care because they have the space to think about other people?
» Posted By Dailenna On 12.20.2013 @ 7:32 pm
The employees at the local bank are quiet today. They work in whispers, stamping and signing and handing over money, but not really engaging with the people they serve. I heard that their manager died in a car accident on the weekend – a man ploughed through his car in the intersection. I think I’d be quiet, too.
» Posted By Dailenna On 11.15.2012 @ 5:50 pm
I’ve grown up a lot since I was five. Then I was just a ball of noise and energy, making a nuisance of myself wherever I went. There are some kids that adults like, but somehow I wasn’t one of those, despite having all the same sorts of characteristics. Now I’ve grown into the sort of person that just blends. I don’t call attention to myself, because that will just get me in trouble. I learnt a lot about that when I was five.
» Posted By Dailenna On 10.13.2012 @ 8:39 pm
There are various sounds that echo from the street: the yowl of a cat, the rushing of cars by in the dark of the night, the beeping of the pedestrian crossing on the corner, the chatter as some teenagers pass by. It’s dark out there – and the street lights haven’t been working since Easter – but the night is still alive with sound.
» Posted By Dailenna On 10.03.2012 @ 9:14 pm
I still remember the nights, sitting in the cupboard on your knee in the dark, with the ventilator thing pumping medicine into me. It makes me think of being sick, but for some reason it makes me happy. I guess because it reminds me how much you’ve always loved me.
» Posted By Dailenna On 09.13.2012 @ 5:35 pm
The very fabric binding us together is tearing. Once we were close – what has happened to us? I don’t know. It’s like we used to be two different people. What are we now? Everything has changed.
» Posted By Dailenna On 09.10.2012 @ 10:33 pm
Salvation is here. It’s been extended to each one of us and it’s ours to take, should we be willing. Christ is risen.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.30.2012 @ 6:16 am
Grease dripped along the side of the paper bag, dripping this way and that as the paper blew through the rubbish tip. Broken televisions stuck out of piles of mattresses and torn clothes and banana peels. A pile of furry green slime was stuck to the bottom of the refuse heap, a home for all the bacteria a scientist could wish for.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.28.2012 @ 6:29 am
Who’s side are you on? The most important rule of picking a side between two fighting friends, I’ve always found in my non-agressive way, is to not pick a side. Be friends with everyone. What do you get from picking a side? Nothing.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.23.2012 @ 6:26 pm
Half of my life has been spent sitting and waiting. The other half has been spent not even considering the possibilities before me. I don’t know what I want anymore, but I know that if I want it – whatever it is – I’m going to have to get up and find it for myself. I can’t just wait for it to happen. This new dream that hasn’t even been realised is already there in the distance.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.23.2012 @ 12:53 am
Sometimes if you go down the road and turn right you’ll find a circus. It’s a small circus with pretty lights and no animals, but performers doing tricks and pulling the audience in to participate. I’ve never been, and I don’t know anyone else who has. There’s never any announcement about when it’ll be there – it just shows up. Maybe one day I’ll go in.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.19.2012 @ 5:59 pm
Mama told me that there were many different zones. “When I was a child,” she said, “we could go freely from one to the other. There were all sorts of crimes in the world that we don’t have today, and when they closed the area zones down all the crime went with it. That’s because we live in a perfect world, now.” I think Mama has a different idea of perfect to me.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.16.2012 @ 12:47 am
I could hardly say that I wanted to go beyond the door. It was more like there was a force tugging at me, pulling, ripping at the very core of who I was. I was too young to see it at the time, but there was an enchantment on the threshold. It knew people must cross, and so indeed must I.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.15.2012 @ 6:03 am
There’s an idyllic spot near my house, down through the bush, where the trees peter out into a little clearing. The grass sweeps down a slope and you find yourself standing on the side of a creek that bubbles along to the edge of nowhere.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.13.2012 @ 6:26 pm
As soon as it’s hard to get a grasp on the true idea behind a story, you realise that it just hasn’t been written well. There are many reasons why something may be a terrible story, but if you can’t even grasp the concept covering the whole thing, geez – that’s tough.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.13.2012 @ 12:02 am
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I find myself craving the appreciation and the approval of people around me. It’s the human condition: the more we respect someone, the more we crave their respect and approval in return. It used to be that at times I found my self-esteem fluctuating with a simple word from my brothers.
» Posted By Dailenna On 08.12.2012 @ 4:21 am