Do you ever wonder why the things that happen to you happen to you? Do you ever just sit there and consider if the universe has some grand plan for you, and all these events, the good and the bad, are leading up to the catalyst, the main event in your life? I think it's a natural human trait to wonder why the things that happen to them, do happen.
Not so much the good, but definitely, the bad. I mean, when your life seems to be going down the sh***r, how many times have you wondered why that stuff has happened, was it really necessary? I often wonder these things myself, but sometimes, the answer is glaringly obvious. No matter how unpleasant these things are, these obstacles, aren't they all designed to make you stronger, to deal you some sort of life lesson, to make you a better person?
But surely, there's a point, when so much crap happens that there's no going back, a point of no return, where you're completely broken, with no chance of repair. Does all this stuff really make us stronger, or is it just setting us up for a bigger heartbreak?
I suppose it's a but cynical to think this way, but pardon my cynicism, I can't really change the way I think, the way I've always thought. When I see people on the streets, or girls younger than me with nothing, I always think that I wouldn't cope in them situations. But of course, I probably would. I'd learn to.
Oh well, excuse my little rant.
With Love, From England.
Hmm, I don't really know how to start this off. Dear Diary sounds too overused and clichéd and Dear Blog sounds ridiculous. Besides, it's not a diary. This is out here on the Interwebs for every soul to see. I guess I should start by introducing myself.
I've never been one to keep a diary anyway. My hand always get covered in ink and cramps up like Voldemort is casting the Cruciatus Curse on my hand. Yeah, I made a Potter reference, whaddaya gonna do about it? *Winks
I'm Patronusmagic, from a little Island that we like to call the United Kingdom, specifically England. I say like to call but that's what it is called. I love to read and am an aspiring author but I won't bore you with the mundane details of my everyday life.
I am clumsy. Perhaps irrevocably so. I always have been and always will be. It is not a normal day if I'm not tripping over something or knocking things over. Well, I can't think of what to say and my stomach is forcibly reminding me to eat or it will growl loudly in a quiet but crowded room.
From England, With Love x
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