do you need me?

How do you know if your existence in this world is making any difference at all? Who gets to decide that anyway? Who sets the standards for what is "good enough"?

In some parts of the world, people celebrate life and enjoy all the little pleasures. In other parts of the world, there's someone who has lost a spouse, a child, a friend, a parent, a neighbor, a loved one. There are people abused, violated, exploited, shamed, tormented, lost, abandoned, forgotten. Some suffer more than others while some are blessed beyond necessary. There will never be balance in this world because that's not the purpose of its creation. Adam was created for a purpose and he enjoyed the fruits of Paradise until he was led astray. So, no, this world will not know balance or justice in all matters. And nothing goes unwatched or forgotten when it comes to our Lord. He sees all that is happening, and prayers will not go unanswered. There is a reason for certain things to happen, regardless of how horrifying or unfair they may seem. We will not understand everything that happens. That doesn't mean that pain and suffering should be minimized. Our hearts bleed because they were made to feel. Desensitization is nothing to be proud of. Hearts weren't made to ignore each other's emotions.

I like to absorb into me all that surrounds me, which is why I'm so fascinated by how much there is to read, all that we could talk about, the infinite possibilities of creative work and construction, etc. The way the mind works, how the body functions, how people socialize, think, feel, develop as well as destroy, divide, hurt, leave, and die inside. All the different cultures, customs, traditions, religions, ways of living, eating, building, working, and being part of the problem and solution. Our spirituality, emotions, worldliness, physical needs, and intellectuality. The concepts of good and bad, growth and stagnation, success and failure, light and darkness, intimacy and isolation, support and hindrance, etc. The things we could learn and use, what we can adapt to and from, what we can teach and create, it's endless. God created us to have free will, to choose how we want to live and make best of our short existence on Earth. And everyone has an opinion of what we should and shouldn't do,  of what we could and don't do. The biggest regret man has on his deathbed is wasting time, of not doing more and better things with the time they had been gifted with.

My mind wanders. I "write" in my mind, while I keep myself busy or simply relaxing. Depression cannot be blamed for everything, even for the lack of motivation I possess. Sure, the smallest things feel like a chore and I would much rather do nothing. But, even that is dissatisfying so I am not entirely sure what brings me constant comfort. I like being productive because it makes me feel like I'm making a difference, that I'm being useful with my existence, and that I have something to offer. At the same time, I know that I can offer the gift of relaxation to myself. I almost said I deserved it, but who knows what we truly deserve? Our viewing lens are narrow and biased. If we truly cared for one another, we would want the same for others that we want for ourselves. We wouldn't be so jealous or angry or resentful towards one another. So we view our worlds and other people with tainted lens, and we think we deserve the best of everything.

On a random note, I connected with my SU demonstrator, gave a brief introduction and showed her some of my recent cards. She thought they were cute. I've been using old used stamp sets since I cannot afford to invest in the new ones yet. They're still pretty useful - not like my recipients/buyers will really care if the stamps I used are "old." SU has nice stamps, but Papertrey Ink and Unity Stamp Co. have a greater variety. PTI also has really nice papers. I cannot wait to get my hands on those. My USC order should arrive by next week, and I'm so excited to make cards for other reasons besides birthdays! I've always liked to send random messages to friends, and this is a really creative way to do so. I want to learn how to make envelopes, gift boxes, and other crafty things. Someday I'll be hosting parties using the things I make. The kind of craft/study room I have will be so adorable since I'll design it myself! :)

I get to hang out with Julie tomorrow! We might get our nails done, have some lunch, chill by the water. On Monday, she and I will go to the Planetarium at AMNH in NYC. We're so excited. I haven't been to a museum in a loooooong time. I have a headache. I wanted to write more, but I've gotta go do more work in the kitchen.

the summer that flew by

There's lots to be said, but I cannot explain why I do not write. Today is Eid-ul-Fitr and, as usual, we're just relaxing at home. The guys went for prayer in the morning while the women and children stayed home (this equals chaos). My mom cooked. I helped my sister with her make-up. My niece looked so adorable!! My outfit was gorgeous but the size, as usual, was disproportionate. I changed, of course, so I could clean. Lately, my obsession has been for stamping, and not so much for scrapbooking. I tried to do a few pages in my smashbook, but I get interrupted a lot. Nostalgia hits me hard, whether it's from a smell, a taste, a touch, a sound, a moment of déjà vu.

I ordered a lot in the month of July. My mom puts on henna regularly, but she gets hers from Pakistan or the desi stores around here. I wanted to get something of good quality so got something after days of researching - henna plus indigo so I could try to cover my grays. My mom and I finally applied it on Saturday, and to our surprise (I accidentally had frozen the indigo powder), it actually worked. I'm happy because I have so much left over, which means it can last me many, many months, maybe even more than a year. The company accidentally sent me the wrong amounts of henna so they're going to send me the rest to make up for the error. I end up with a lot of extra indigo, too. :) The other purchase was of Naturally Amari hair products from Etsy. It took about 3 weeks to finally receive it, but I think it was worth the wait. Already, my curls have some definition and my hair feels thicker. It's dark and glossy, probably from the henna + indigo application too.

I got some Eidi from my family, which means more stamps. :D I still need about $250 (for $400 value of stuff!) for my next order with Stampin' Up - lol I want to take advantage of the one-time 30% off coupon I get from them, which ends end of August. I'll invest in all that is left for me: die-cut/embossing machine with some cutting/embossing dies, their trimmer and supplies, embossing powders and heating gun, my ink pad refills, their small adhesives, and if I can squeeze it in, markers or blendabilities. I know my purchasing will never end because they'll always have new paper, stamps, ink colors, etc.

Writing isn't coming so easily to me now. Seems I do it better in my head. I'm such a dreamer, where do I want to go? I love how I keep discovering new passions. Little things make me happy. I want to try it all. So, I've been starting my collection for scrapbooking, card making, and other crafts. My love of colors, patterns, creativity, images, words, handmade things, and organization comes together through this. I could lose myself for hours, days in the crafts, but I don't get that much time to myself at home. :( It annoys me, but I'm grateful that this passion has pulled me out of a deep depression. Creating and expression helps me to build my confidence. I wonder what it will lead to...

I can't believe that it's almost August. My last semester ended on May 12, so over 2 and 1/2 months have gone by. School starts in five weeks, and I'm really nervous! I'm hoping my books don't cost me a lot, especially since the fees have gone up. To save, I'm going to try to rent or find online versions which will be practical because of the iPad. Field will be quite a challenge, and I am not looking forward to the process recordings.

Anyway, I figured I should just write whatever I can so that I get my thoughts flowing. I'm not even sure how I feel lately (except excited when I'm shopping and stamping lol). I love all the pretty colors and designs I have. My first purchase was made by my nephew for $2, and I didn't even get him an envelope. Children are so simple - the way they interpret the world around them is interesting.

August is almost upon us - my bro returns from Indonesia on Thurs, I get to see friends again now that fasting has ended (yikes, where did the month go?), and the most exciting thing to look forward to is a paid trip to Miami with my best friend. I just have to have enough for food and miscellaneous. I can't wait to get some sun and hang out with her for a few days, and I'll also get to see my other friend there.

It's funny how we forget all the little things, too. I won't remember a lot of this a year or few from today anyway. Like getting the extra henna, some extra oil, all the yummy food I've had this year, making spaghetti and meatballs for the first time, also chicken 65, the epiphanies I've had through reading or conversations, all the funny things that my nephew has said, the challenging days, all the changes with my bro and dad moving back, my other nephew being born -- all those thoughts, feelings, dialogues will mostly be forgotten. One day into the next...

I lost a lot of weight during Ramadan, but gained some of it back during my last week due to my "break." Ah, well, I'll see if I can find the motivation (or strength to resist the lack of motivation) to get to the gym. My membership is active until end of January next year. I miss reading. I miss writing. I miss exploring the world around me. And that makes me sad that I don't give those passions enough of my time and concentration. Therapy can only do so much. I still carry so much of my pain, but what's the point of talking about any of it? I swallow it all back. I miss poetry, music, nature, and solitude. I can't wait to be working again (though I understand it'll be challenging), but I miss having my own money.

I am spoiled blessed with lots of love from family, friends, and others. I miss being one of the grateful ones. I hope I can discover the parts of me that make me happy with myself and accept the parts of me that are not so likable. But they are still me.

becoming centered

I read a lot, and I save parts or quotes that resonate with me.

When you are frustrated or restless: Ask "What am I wishing for now? What is wrong with what I have?" Then say: "This suffices." Welcome what life is offering you in this moment. Accept what you have been given and be satisfied.

I do not recall where I got that from. It's really powerful and comforting. It is what helps one become centered. Trusting in what is, in yourself, in others, in life's happenings, you become centered. You find peace through acceptance, through compassion and simplicity. You find it through being satisfied with your lot in life, through loving what you do and doing what you love, through connecting with others. There are many ways of finding peace, of becoming centered.

Often I have dreamt of traveling and taking note of different places, foods, cultures, dialogues, and people. I want to go outside of myself and see what the world holds, but I have a hard time doing that when I limit my world. So what do you do when you have difficulty accepting what is? I thought to myself that if I had to pick a word to describe my mood in 2014 so far, it would be "annoyed." Without judgment, I just want to accept that it has been how I've felt for the most part, whether at school, home, with my relationships, or myself.

It's one thing to count your blessings - I'm aware of that. Yet, that doesn't mean "negative" feelings that arise should be suppressed, ignored, or snubbed. There's a purpose to them. It means something might need a change, whether it's yourself, your attitude, your outlook, or even the environment. The beauty of social work is that you try to understand the challenges that a person faces despite their efforts for change, regardless of the fact that everything one does or doesn't do is a choice. Life happens to me, but how I feel about it, what I do about it, whether I accept it or not, it's always a choice. Keeping that in mind, I must add that it doesn't take away discomfort, the frustrations or pain.

No matter how learned one is, some lessons are forgotten and learned over and over and over. When I pray for something like patience or guidance, what I get are more tests. I guess it has to be practiced. You don't just get to be patient or guided. And you don't just get to be centered either. But we have all been all of these at some point, so it's not impossible. It fluctuates, like faith, like everything else in life.

tests

I failed myself. Someday I'll be able to forgive myself for it. My heart is broken, and I feel alone again. Someday I'll learn from this.