Missing you

Dear diary,

I'm missing my father. I'm thinking of him everyday, and I hope Wherever he is he is alright and looking down on us. I'm trying so hard to my way, trying to be happy through so much sorrow, but I'm not strong enough. I break down from time to time, and remember that he is really gone and I'll never see him again. He won't be sitting there, at the back of the church the day I'm being wed and watch and be happy for me.

If you can hear me dad, my heart is in so much pain, I miss you everyday, I think of you all the time, I regret all the time that we didn't spend together and get to know each other better. I watch my siblings and I look at their mother and we all feel lost, you were a compass in ourlives. We do not even know where to begin daddy, how were you doing this? It seemed so easy, but really its anything but. We pray for you, no one has recovered yet, in our hearts you are still alive as a morning sunshine, We are all struggling to find our way, but we miss you so much. We see you everywhere we turn, where we walk and when we sleep.

You were a good man dad, my heart aches, I don know where or when this pain will come to an end. If you see my grand Pa there please say hi, and tell him that I also miss him so very much, I also never got a last chance with him just like I didn't with you. I am marrying a goodman who loves me, and I still have great people in my life who loves me, but in myheart down deep I'll always wish you two were there on my big day. I love you both so much. The life you lead, was amazing, you are being missed dad, and grandpa you have a gold star in myheart as the first father I ever knew. I hope u can feel all this, and know how much I miss you all, and pray that your souls are resting in eternal peace.

We will meet one day in the clouds, I know we will. With all my love.

Yours Truly,
Rubi

Grieving

Dear diary,

People grieve in different ways, there are those whose grief can not be hidden from other people because they grief so openly, and there are those people who appear to be strong on the outside but on the inside they are really melting. I am the second group, I usually don't cry in front of the crowd, it rarely ever happens. I cry when I'm with the few people that I love and I cry when I'm alone. I lost my grandfather three years ago, he was a very important person to me, among the first people to be there for at 100%capacity. I was hurt, he was the first close person I ever lost. To make. The matters worse I was not there for his burial, I couldn't because I was away.

To date, I still grief, whenever I remember him I can not help it by cry, and I get these episodes a lot. So I used to think I was feeling this way because I did nit witness him being buried, you know when you witness that I used to think it brings the sense of finality in your heart. But boy! I was wrong, As you know I lost my dad almost two weeks ago. And I made it a point to stay strong for my family, which I managed very well, but my strength failed me when he was being lowered to the grave, I couldn't come to terms with it, it got even worse when they let go of his coffin with a thump as it hit the bottom of the grave, that's a one sound I know I will never ever forget. It felt like a hundred knives cutting through my intestines, so painful and so unreal. For once I believed that it was maybe a bad bad dream and I would wake up, but it wasn't because if it is them I'm still asleep.

And since after the burial, I have been getting grief episodes, when I'm alone in the car it seems to hit me that he is really gone. I can't call him or text him, or even whatsapp him because he is not there. It hurts like hell. I went to visit my step mum yesterday and my siblings, My stepmum is a strong woman and a good woman too. She is young and I do not think its fair that she is going to spend the rest of her life alone. Knowing African women I know she won't remarry, or even have any serious relationship, its very sad. I look at her and I can't help being mad at my dad for leaving her all alone, with all the responsibilities and the burdens. Dad, you have some explaining to do when we meet again, and you know the way I can be persistent!

My little sister is another pitiful sight. You know, everyone expected her to be so sad when she arrived from UK, but she was so fine, in fact too fine to be true. I knew that the truth had not hit her yet, and I knew that it will and it will break her. Now that she is back in town after the burial, poor thing, she is so sad, I know I'm in pain, but I can not even start measuring up to her pain because she had been with dad the longest and she was his favourite child. She of all of us will miss dad the most. I say again our dad had his flaws as any human being does, however he had a way of taking care of things that automatically had all of us depending on him. He had a way of getting things done with only one phone call, that is amongst the things I'll miss the most.

So, my grief is far from over, I'm still trying to comprehend the idea of loosing my dad before I got to enjoy him. But I hope that time heals wounds, and I pray that it heals me and mend my insides.

Yours Truly,
Rubi

Gone Daddy Gone

Dear Diary,

Life is mystery, with so many hidden secrets and a lot of unanswered questions. Some people spend their entire lives trying to solve this riddle called life, while others simply choose to let it flow and enjoy the ride. Of all the riddles that life has to offer, there's none as painful as death. For we do not know what dead people feel, this pain I am referring to is to those who are left behind. Pain so excruciating that no amount of painkillers can take away. Death brings such heartache that even greatest scientists are yet to discover the medicine for. Death to many marks the last time, last laugh, last conversation, last meal, and everything that means a lot to human. Death simply means never being able to see someone forever. Well at least for us who believe in Jesus, until we also die.

I lost my father last week on friday 19th. That is the day will never forget. The pain and all the regrets and thoughts that came flowing into my mind were immeasurable. The pain that even my first break-up does not stand a chance when measured with. A kind of pain that no words will ever be able to explain. Only my heart knows, still does. Regrets of not having used the little I had been given with him wisely, regrets that I did not get a chance to have one more last decent conversation with him. Regrets that I will never be able to hear his voice again. And thoughts of how life was going to change now forever.

I spent my childhood wondering about my biological father. Being a step child to a very Loving stepfather did not leave much room for pain, however I still wondered. I had a song that whenever I thought of him I would find myself singing silently , "daddy wherever you are remember me". And today, for the first time in two years I find myself singing it because I would like to believe that he can hear me now that he is a spirit. I would like to believe that he is somewhere watching me and seeing how much pain and regrets I have for not being such a perfect daughter to him.

My Dad and I didn't know eac other very well, perhaps the fact that I first met him when I was 24years old didn't help much either. He had his faults like all human beings do and most of the time I found myself being irritated by such shortcomings. However I will be lacking gratitude if I fail to comment on what a good father he also was to my siblings, and given a chance he would have been to me as well without a doubt. He spent a lot of time trying to convince my mum to let him mylife, and let him be a part of it. She never allowed it, and I don't blame her because of the pain he had caused her once upon a time. I love my mother, and I do not blame her for never allowing me to have a relationship with my dad and his family because inturn she provided me with a loving family and doting stepfather to me. However, I would give anything right now to just have more time with my dad. Just talk to him, hear him laugh, comment abot my weight or my sister's lack of direction in her career or even hear his voice as he postpones yet again sending me my last instalment for my college fee. Just hear him say anything at all to me.

Death is the finality of everything, the moment they start covering him with dirt only marks the end of tangible him, and that is the moment that hurts the most. I knew my dad for very few years, however it felt like a life time, because now I have it all. The good memories, sour, and the fights and the jokes, he was always so full of life and really a carefree person which was both his best and worst quality. I never said this enough to him when he was alive . . . But I really loved my dad, and whereever he is I hope he knows and sees how much I did and still do.

Remember me Daddy, until we meet again in the clouds

With much love
Your Daughter

Terrible week

Dear diary,

This has been terrible week. I do not remember the last time i had so many misfortunes happen to me at once. I have cried and been in pain both physically and mentally,and as it comes to an end my heart is still heavy from all that has happened to me, and to some of the pain that I am sure that I am carrying with me to the coming week.

Iv been beaten this week, physically physically beaten. And before that my mum fell terribly ill and it was so scary, that evening was so long. The next day my younger brother, the guy whose dipers I changed as a baby beat me up so bad, in the presence of my sick mum. And then that evening stupid my ex who later dated myfriend simply decided to say that I slept with him while he was dating myfriend. Ad if that was not enough my mother who has recovered now simply decided that my beating from my brother was all my fault and I deserved it. So Im in a big fight with her

As if i hadnt had enough crap for the week these two fools, my brother inlaw and his wife had bought a car without telling his mother who also happens to be my almost mother inlaw, somehow she found out that they have bought a car and guess what? The idiots decides that it has to be me whu must have told her. Im so down, im really sad and confused and sad. Im hoping and pray that all this comes to an end.

I have never contemplated suicide but this week has pushed me to the limit. Keeping in mind that I am so broke, i am super broke and I hate begging. I know that this is just a storm and i know it will pass, but God I hope it does fast, coz im not sure for how long I can hold on.

Yours truly
Rubi

People Lie

Dear diary,

 

I knew a girl once, she sweet and innocent, and ofcourse naïve. Naïve in a sense that she believed in perfect love, perfect world and perfect people. but the world was not all that colourful as she thought and soon enough she learnt her lesson. People are not black and white as they appear, well at least not their characters. people on the inside are like chameleons, there are never perfectly good people, or perfectly bad ones either. no matter how devious a person can be they must have done something good, even if it was only for one person and that makes them not one hundred percent devious. And no matter how good a person may appear to be somewhere somehow they have done something wrong against someone and that makes them less perfect as good people.

 

This naïve girl learnt her lesson, people were her school, they taught her how good people can be and how absolutely devious they can become. That people change, from good to bad mostly, rarely from bad to good. She fell in love, and was betrayed, her heart grew cold and then thawed and learnt to love again, this time someone worthy of loving and not just any Jack in pants.

 

This process has made her heart stronger, though she is no longer naïve, she is still sweet, she loves hard, cares hard enough and for those people who deserve it protects them even when such people don't think they need it. or even worse when such people hate her for it. she speaks her mind now, and it gets her in trouble every now in a while People say things about her, some true things that have been woven into a web of manipulated lies and some completely blanket of lies. But again, her heart isn't what it used to be, she is sweet and loving and not naïve, she takes everyday as it comes, live for those who deserve it, thank God for every sunrise and every dawn for her heart is always at peace.

 

Without a care in the world she lives her life. With a motto that you do not have to explain anything, well about yourself anyway because those people who truly loves you knows you and they do not need any explanation from you. they know what you are capable of and how far you can go in doing some things. they spot a lie said about you a mile away, even a web of truth that has been woven into lies as well. And those who need explanation do not really matter, because if they did they wouldn't need any. Life is too short to be stuck in the past.

 

Take one day at a time, and keep moving forward.

 

Yours Truly,

Rubi.

Being ready

Dear diary,

I always thought that when I am married or when I meet the right guy I will be ready to be a parent, but I just learned that you are never ready. I always wondered why men, most men are always so scared of such responsibility, the responsibility of being a parent. But now I know, even if the situation is favorable and all odds points o a fact that you should now be a parent, you can never be totally ready, there is always a shadow of doubt lurking somewhere although some greater than others.

Having said that, I am not pregnant. I had a pregnant scare this week but it turns out it was just a false alarm. When I was deliberating on whether to go buy pregnancy test I started thinking of all the things that I always thought my child will have and which I didn't . For starters I don't even have a job, I am studying two schools at once and I have burnt a hole in all my bank accounts. However, at the end of the day I comforted my self with a thought that I was a good person, a hard worker and my baby would have had all the necessary comforts. Well that and the fact that my fiancé is a super nice human being, when I told him about the news he wasn't a bit shocked (well if he did then he did a good job hiding it) that was also reassuring

I still have only two months to go before I finish classes for both programs. I need to start looking for a job now, I am guessing this scare was my que. As great and wonderful and supporting my fiancé is, it will not be fair to enter into a marriage where I will be totally defendant on him. I need to have some sort of financial independence, besides I am very bad at asking for money. I pray that I get a good job soon.

Wedding preparations have started. my side of family have a task of preparing a sendoff party and my mum also has the responsibility of preparing a kitchen party. All this plus all school work is keeping me on my toes. However I thank God for everything that is going on now.

Yours Truly
Rubi

Sister Sister

Dear Diary,

 

In life there are people who are so important and trying to imagine our lives without them in it, its super scary. Some of these people we are related to and some we just meet them along the paths of life. like our husbands/wives, best friends and a lot more. Today however I only wanna talk about my little sisters

 

I have two sisters, and them and I are nothing alike. However they are so alike that sometimes it leaves me wondering. Both my sisters loves shopping. they love good stuffs, clothes, shoes, handbags and plenty of anything girly. The older one loves shoes, especially designer heels and the younger one loves shoes but flat ones and she could buy a hundred pairs of all sorts and colors of flat shoes if you let her. and then the handbags, watches, fragrances and all that can make a girl appear to be girly.

 

However, apart from our differences my sisters are the only people who truly know me and understand me. sometimes I do not need to explain to them what I am feeling because they simply just understand. They are people who fights my battles. I am a very emotional person, and them too but they always have the strength of confronting however is making my life difficult. And don't worry my hubby to be knows, and he is very protective of them.

 

I plan to become rich some day, very very rich if God keeps me alive, and when I do that these two human beings will be in the front seat of whatever is it that I will be riding. I grew up with one of them and I just met the other one less than two years ago but the love I have for them and the things that they have done and still are doing for me a lifetime will not be enough to express them.  They are the people I tell my absolute darkest secrets to without worrying that they will tell someone, hell they don't even tell each other.

 

When  it comes to family, one would want to have two parents and a bunch of older and younger sibling. Me however do not have a full sibling. these wonderful wonderful girls that I am talking about are my half-sisters. One is my father's daughter and another one is my mother's daughter. Despite that I have never felt so fully connected to anyone than I do with them

 

And did I mention that they are crazy? daredevils who will do whatever the hell they think is right as long as they aren't hurting anyone? they drive me insane sometimes, we fight, and since I'm older I scold them and lash out at them but in the end they simply make my life beautiful. with all the crazy and drama and the love my life wouldn't be beautiful without them

 

I know that as we live we will disappoint each other, make each other really mad and maybe even throw stuffs at each other. however I am also very sure that nothing can ever break the bond I have with these girls. nothing and no one. I love them so much

 

That's all for today,

 

Yours Truly

Rubi

 

My Story

Dear Diary
I grew up in a happy and loving family. My parents were both very good to me when I was little. They both came from a poor background, and when they started working they had to support their families, considering what they were earning was not much our lives were never that of abundance but rather necessity basis. However, amidst all that, my father never failed to make time for me, he would take me for evening walks with his small radio, and I remember us walking for hours at times while listening to BBC swahili or something else of that sort. And I remember enjoying this so much. We would talk and on our way back home my father would tell me stories from his childhood and how he grew up. By this time I had only one sibling a little brother who was born when I was almost 6years old.

My mother, was a hard worker. She worked so hard to support her parents and siblings, at the same time Assisting my father's brothers with school fees and all. I remember my mother sewing a school uniform for one of my father's little brother by hand from one of my Father's old work uniforms. She was gifted with skills and a good heart. All the while, I always had plenty of school uniforms, my mum always made sure that I had at least five shirts and three skirts for my school uniform. I always had a nice school bag and nice shoes. Looking Back now I do not know how she did it, but I always had plenty of whatever was basic for a little girl.

When I was 9years old someone's tongue slipped, and it was that day when I realized that my Father was not biologically my father. As a child, I did not fully get what was going on, I remember wondering if that meant my father didn't love me and if one day he will change and start treating me bad because I was not really his child but he never did. My father loves me, as if I were his own. He has never once treated me like a step child, and as I grow older my father and I are becoming friends. We talk and joke and My father has a special place in my heart. All those good things that fathers and daughters do, the memories and the stories and the funny stuffs from the childhood, all that I have because of my father. When I was 9years old I also become a sister to a beautiful little girl that was born that year, and she is my best friend to date. And despite now knowing we are only half siblings she loves me to death. And I would donate an organ for her if she ever needs it! That's how much I love her.

However, from the day that I realised that I have another father somewhere I never stopped wondering. I always wondered what he was like, if he had another family, other siblings that I did not know of. I remember wondering if things might have been different if I knew my Bio-Father, constantly wondering how my life would have been if he were around. I made an attempt once to ask my mum about it but I was dismissed. And I knew never to ask again. As I grew older so did my curiosity grew. The problem was, no one was talking, not my grandparents, or my uncles no one. They all loved my mum so much and were respecting her wishes of not telling anything about the man who fathered me. Sometimes I would think of him, wonder if he was thinking of me as well. And wonder why he never looked for me. Sometimes, I would cry because I felt pain that I could not explain, the not knowing was killing me, I'd sit there and wonder and cry and look at the sky and wonder what his life was like. I remember crying myself to sleep a lot in secondary school. There was constant pain in my heart and a wonder in my head. However, I never dared to ask my mum, because as her daughter I could see that my ever strong mother was always hurt by such a mention, or whenever she talked about my birth and pregnancy. All that I knew was that My father had hurt my mother so much for her to feel so sad whenever she remembered those times.

All these years, my step father continued to be a wonderful father to me. But it was my mother who made sure that I never lacked a thing in mylife. From school, to nice clothes, expensive private tuitions and all that she could afford to give me. Although our family was not rich, I can still proudly say that I had a very luxurious childhood. Years passed by, and I remember passing my primary school exams but my mum opted for a private school instead, and the same thing for my o'level exams. Over the years our financial situation improved, and to date my parents are well off.

After college I started working, and in six moths I moved out of my parents house and started living on my own. This is when I found my father. It felt like I was dreaming. I was 24years of age by then and I could not believe that it was happening. It felt so surreal, and I was so overjoyed and I thanked God for all that had happened. I found out that he had three other children, my siblings. Two boys and a girl, a girl was born less than two years after I was born. I have never met her to date because she lives abroad. However we talk almost everyday and I have never met a person who was so excited to have a big sister than she was. To me she is a blessing, another sister who loves so me much and me her, and from all that followed, she is the blessing and a my silver lining in a cloud.

My brothers, good kids I have met them both, one is in College and another in secondary school. I am a sister to them, they love me, respect me and I scold them when the need be. And they listen.

My Bio- father on the other hand is the cloud. He is not a colourful painting that I had him painted in my head. I admit that he has been a good father to my three siblings. However I do admit that it is because of his wife that he was able to pull all that off. He never keeps promises, even the little ones that he makes. He drinks and he is so irresponsible when it comes to his health and he wouldn't listen no matter how or who tells him to stop.

I got admission for a masters program, and when my sister heard she persuaded my Bio-father to pay for it, so he said he would. However, until now the fee's second installment is way overdue by three months, and my assignments and tests were not being marked anymore because I hadn't finished paying the fees. I tried talking and explaining to him what was happening, but in the end he stopped taking my calls. Or when he picked he simply said he would call me back and he never did.

Two weeks ago, I was calling him, I wanted to meet him so that I can tell him that I was planning to introduce my boyfriend to my parents (mum and step Dad) and that I was going to be betrothed, he never picked the calls,and he never called back. A lot more silence followed, and to me it felt like stab wounds in myheart. He had rejected me once again, showed me how much I simply did not mean a damn thing to him, and that I could just go to hell for all he cared. That's how it felt, when your father stop answering your calls, nothing can be more painful than that.

I took courage, and I asked one of my mum's college friend what had happened between my mum and my Bio-father to make my mum hate him so much, what I heard was shocking. I started to understand what my mum had to live with everyday whenever she saw me, and I am now wondering how she could have loved as much as she did given the circumstances surrounding my birth. I now do not know what to feel about him. And I wonder he if he deserves my respect at all. I'm thinking what if a man did to me what he did to my mother? And wonder if I will be able to raise such a kid with so much and protection as my mum raised me. And what's worse, I don't think he has ever apologised to my mother for what he did to her, or thanked my step father for raising as his own. How can I respect or love such a person for that matter?

All that he has brought in mylife apart from pain is my siblings, his children. They are a wonderful wonderful most amazing thing to ever happened from such a bad situation. And only for their sake I can not find it in my heart to hate him, but I do not think I will ever love him the way a daughter should love a father. But my siblings, I would go to the moon and back for them. I had two, Now I have five, and All of them good kids, who loves me and me them.

All that has happened lately have taught me several things,first that I already have a father and I really did not need another one. Secondly that my mother is an Angel and that I should keep praying for her everyday. And third that sometimes not knowing is not such a bad thing.

And that is my story.
Yours truly,
Rubi

Engaged

Dear diary,

I am engaged !!!

Yeeeey! I can not seem to say that enough nowdays. I am engaged LOL. It has been crazy past couple of weeks, with official introductions, to betrothal and dowry and now yeeey I am engaged. I am so happy, over the top happy. I am getting married in August 31st to a wonderful and romantic man whom I am crazy about.

So, it all started in early April. After talking to my parents they agreed that they officially wanted to meet my boyfriend before anything takes place. The had met him before, not in a official capacity as my boyfriend though. So, one weekend I invited him over to meet my parents. He came and all went well. And then preparations started for betrothal and dowry.

In our culture, when a boy meets a girl and they want to get married, that boy had to meet with the girls family first. When they approve of him he then has to officially come home accompanied by a grown man (could be anyone from a friend to a family member) and ask the girls parents for her hand in marriage. The girl is usually supposed to be called and identify the boy and state whether she agrees or not. If she does, the girls parents will then go ahead and tell the boy what he should bring as a dowry. (Bride price)

My parents are so good. So right now all the above has already been done and everything went without a hitch, (well almost). And the dowry that my in laws have paid is really just something symbolic to honour the traditions. I love my Dad because he kept it to the minimal and my in laws will forever respect me for that. It will never feel like I was bought or something.

So, the wedding preparations have begun, and I am so exicted, except for the fact I am still too Fat to be a bride. And I'm at loss as what to do anymore.

Anyway, time will tell.

Yours Truly
Rubi

Off_Guard

Dear Diary,

Today I'm feeling a little queasy. Things in mylife have been a mixture of good and bad lately, and I'm honestly at loss as to what to feel exactly. This previous weekend was one of the most happy days of mylife, I was betrothed by the love of mylife. It felt good and still does. My parents are so pleased with me, for I am giving them something that every African parents dreams of.

On the other hand I'm at loss as what to with my siblings. I think something from space hit them in the head, because I do not understand how they can be acting so stubborn , reckless and careless. I hate to see my parents hurt, and I'm not saying I have always been a good girl. In my days I hurt them too, there were times I said things I shouldn't have, and acted the way I shouldn't have, but whatever I did back then my two siblings are doing it tenfold.

I find myself saying a prayer for my family, and pray that God shows them that Life isn't supposed to be Lived like that. . . . No one will ever truly value you if you do not love your parents, that's a fact.

Its guaranteed that life will catch you offguard sometimes
Surprise you with things that u were not prepared for
And you will stumble from your path at least for a while
But these surprises are not always bad Sometimes life surprises you with wonderful wonderful things
Like how you may find love in very unexpected places
And wealth in the least place you would look But in the game of life, these things are a must and are inevitable.

When you are caught offguard by good events
Embrace them but do not let them stir you or distract you from your original plan Because good or bad a distraction is a distraction
When such events are bad and they hit you in such a way that life looses its meaningful And the path to your future seems blank and pitch black
Do not stop moving, use your heart and instincts to keep moving in the right direction
And your hands to feels the way and obstacles.
Because in the end it doesn't matter how you got there but the thing is you did get there.

Yours Truly,
Rubi.

Save your soul

Dear Diary

I love Mother Theresa's anyway poem, mainly because it always gives me such satisfaction that cruelty of this world should not be a reason for a person to also be cruel. It goes like this. . . .

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

~ :) ~

This poem somehow for at least a moment there when u read it gives u the will power to keep on living and be good. It may not matter how nice you are, how good you are to other people, how helpful you are to other people because people always forget. The important thing is to always remember that anything you do to help others is not for them but rather for yourself and for the peace of your own soul.

People are mean, manipulative, angry, ungrateful, cruel and so many many more bad things, but it is important to remember not to loose your faith and your soul to all that. It doesn't matter why, just be a good human being

Rubi

Mysteries of life

Dear Diary,

We live our lives with hope that tomorrow will come and everything will be alright. we close our eyes when things gets so difficult and pray without realizing that we are praying  and hope that everything will be okay in the end. And sometimes they are, but sometimes they don't. I have witnessed it all.

When they don't its very easy to loose faith and that hope of living we had. you look at someone, who has suffered her entire life, from childhood struggling to get a bright future, then she gets that bright future and then her husband or kids disappoint her. And you look at this person and you wonder why on earth her? as good as she is bad things somehow always finds a way of happening to her.

To a mother the most difficult thing to face is the loss of a child. however when the loss is sudden it hits suddenly and in time the pain will fade away. However watching your son wither away slowly, knowing that there's nothing you can do to stop it or help is the most difficult thing of them all. 

To all mothers out there who are slowly loosing their children to sickness physical or mental, may God fill your hearts with strengths.

Yours Truly,

Rubi

Silence

Dear Diary,

Silence can mean a whole bunch of things, but to me silent means peace. I love leading a quite and silent life with no dramas, and sometimes with a little adventure as possible. i love sitting in my house, in a very silent street reading a book of watching a movie. A place where no noise disturbs me.

However, as we grow older, i fear that silence in our lives is no longer an option. that is if you choose to have a family. but then families are kinda of sweet noise so i'll probably get used to it.

 I have been busy, very very busy that when I go to bed at night I do not hear a thing. Life can be hectic, and can run us like headless chicken and that's exactly what it is doing to me now.

I have my priorities straight though, so it won't be long now before everything settles down. I can not wait for that to happen, I really can not wait for everything to just settle down and be silent. At lest for a while before it starts all over again

Silence
When its chaotic
And can't hear yourself think
So loud you can't hear your heartbeat
Just close your eyes
And think of the moments
The moments when it was once calm

Listen to the sound of the wind
And the sound of your heartbeat
Listen to voice of your own thoughts
Forget all the chaos of the world
That is how you create silence
The world will never be silent

Just listen to the voice of the wind
And you will surely fly


Yours Truly
Rubi