"How wild it was, to let it be"

"How wild it was, to let it be."

The days have been better. Much better. Anxiety doesn't have much relevance anymore. I feel okay. That's all I ever wished for.

I kissed him for the final time, stepped back and wished him better days. People disappoint, but only because we put expectations on them at the very beginning.

                          And at the end of the day, I wish you well. That's all I'll ever wish you.

    I love you.

Weltbürgerin

My head fell to the pillow of my bed in Salt Lake City- Thoughts running through my head, and tears began to stir. Hard to come to terms with the fact that I was across the atlantic in Amsterdam earlier that morning.

 Sad to leave something so precious behind.

Sleep was distances away as jet lag was still affecting me, and only my memories of the past three weeks replayed to keep my restless company.

It was one helluva time and I wouldn't trade that experience for anything else.

Europe was exactly that. I wouldn't say it was better than my home. Mind, I consider Germany as  my "zweites Zuhause"... and I consider aspects of the places I visited better than my own home, and him...  I always feel at home when with him or talking to him.

Looking back, I'm surprised I hopped up and left, just being the anxious person I am. Running away from the realities of my current life in Utah, as I sometimes think I do. But to be fair, I also find it highly important to travel. In the wise words of someone anonymous I found in the national geographic:

"I don't travel to escape life, I travel so life might not escape me." 

Whether it's seeing the one you highly adore in England, soaking in the mediterranean sun and enjoying every sunset right along his side in Malta, rekindling old times with who you consider your family in Pinzberg, Deutschland on a summer Spaziergang auf the grandiose Walberla, drinking a 1 liter Bier while dancing on a table to Deutsche Musik at the Erlangen Bergkirchweih, or finally sharing a stroopwaffel and beautiful conversations on the side of a canal in Amsterdam with a pen pal you've had for years.... You start to remember what's important to you in life and the anxieties of your daily life don't have prevalence anymore.

We've been in contact every day, ever since. Hours on FaceTime somedays.

I told him this after I had left, that at the end of the day and literally nearing the end of my life, material things wouldn't matter anymore, what would hold dear to my heart were the positive memories I created and I was grateful to create them with him... also that I was looking forward to making more. That's one thing no one, except for maybe dementia or some other mentally eating disease can take from another.

I want to continue making positive memories and some of the best memories are those you share.

All my love,

McKenna Marie xx

Le Voyage

This semester.

It's been a hell of a journey. I don't think i've ever felt such a contrasting and vast amount of emotions in just a few months time span.

 "Welcome to your 20s" my english professor laughed as I told her this. One hell of a lady. If it's one thing i'm grateful for these past months; I'm glad I took her class. Not so keen on knowing that I'm just touching the starting point of my 20s... but ya know....

I've turned somewhat bitter against the american school system, mostly my high school education and now my college education. Mind, this semester I felt like I sucked out my soul only taking general education class which I wasn't entirely interested in. Spending so much time, effort, money and not to mention: stress towards subjects which I don't really care for and which don't seem to help me improve as an individual or, as a contributor to current society... Doing things that I don't like doing in order to live on to do things that I don't like doing, so to say. Becoming trapped and controlled within societal expectations.

Call it bitterness or just able to reflect on the reality of the cruelty of life and humans within life.

I've always considered myself to be a fairly open person, and easily able to put my trust in others. It's shifted though.. I feel as if I can't trust people anymore or at least as easily. I've felt deceived, mistreated, and used. When it comes down to it, many only pursue relationships out of self-interest. If you don't meet those interests, you're most-likely no longer wanted. And this is what I say to those $#&*@#$##$#   $%@#%%$$:

                                               


 I've been thinking a lot about this quote I read my senior year of high school, which I've kept in ink within some moleskin since, and it's this:

"I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

Mostly I feel well and content, but certain circumstances and people have reached my tipping point. I'm ready to cut out destructive realtionships and pursue healthier surroundings. Couldn't be more ready and ecstatic  for my 3 week venture to Europe on my own.. only to rekindle beautiful relationships with all humans, architecture, food, nature, plus some!

Not that the old world is necessarily better than my home, but it's different. And sometimes... Sometimes that's all we need: difference to make a difference ;)

Let's go, Let's go.

A War Within Ourselves

Thoughts have been spinning and my mind has been frantic, gasping for the breath of making sense of it all. These thoughts, they continue in a vicious circle and cycle. Worrying about life and expectations, then worrying because I am worrying, then worrying because I am worrying about worrying.

They say your 20s is a stressful time, a most vulnerable stage and age. There are these expectations and apparently we're supposed to meet them. That's what we're striving for. Make decisions. What if I can't make the right decision? What if, there is no WRONG or right choice? Either way, a choice will lead us somewhere or another. Why then, am I frantically worrying about the right or wrong choice? is it expectation? is it fear? fear of not meeting expectation? in the end: we all live on. There is no final destination. No final step we're all supposed mount on. It's all along the Journey. That  is essentially life... this journey, and it's now.

And there seems no point to these expectations others have put on us, and which we've then  put on ourselves. We're all trapped in this vicious cycle. Our minds have have reflected themselves onto life itself.

And I guess once you hit rock bottom, you can only tread on an incline from there.

Lyrics keep repeating themselves within the mind, trying to sort them and make sense of them. Trying to relate. Cuz god forbid, we hope we can relate to someone and hope someone knows this excruciating pain or extreme highs we've been feeling.. the feeling to be human. Why the hell are humans pretending they don't feel this feeling to BE human? that frustration of loving someone and it going to waste? not being in control of everything or anyone, including ourselves. We're building facades to be something we're not, ultimately to protect ourselves which isn't actually protecting.

I don't believe in destiny, however I try to believe in something bigger to remain sane and to keep me moving and trekking. I put my trust in hope. Hope that things will get better and suffering is often only temporary but essential to mending and reviving the human spirit.

Its Always Darkest Before the Dawn

Oh the euphoria I gain as I write the sweet numbers of two, zero, one and five. The four numbers I will write/see and live the next 362 days of the year.  As the earth has yet again made its journey around the sun and hit the point where the gregorian calendar began, it starts its cycle once again. The same path its been taking for 4.54 billion years. Our celebrations will continue to be held on the same mark for many more years to come.
Being the stubborn person I am, I don't quite believe in making lofty New Years Resolutions which quickly fade, leave people standing in the same weight, same relationships, and still in disappointment. That is until the next year... when they can repeat it all over again.
I do, however, like the feeling a new year brings. The feeling of rebirth, renewal, recreation and being able to see that 2015 remains unwritten and we are the ones who help fill the blank pages. The feeling that we can shake out the past year.
Each day should and can be treated as such though. Never again will there be a January 3rd, 2015, for today we're younger than we're ever going to be. Shake out the previous day and restart each day as it is a new one. Each day we live is bound to be written, but we have control over what is actually placed in ink.





In the sweet words of Florence and the Machine:

Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around

Our love is pastured, such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues drawn
But it's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn

Oh whoa, oh whoa...

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me, yeah

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa

est-ce que tu ris?

Sometimes I imagine the god I used to believe in, either sitting on a golden throne or standing on a marble pedestal, watching below as his human creations roam the sphere of which he also created. Only I don't just imagine him watching, but laughing, even chuckling as his eyes meet his creatures humorously.

Laughing as the hearts continue to ache in the morning, afternoon and evening after a long night of weeping. Chuckling as it continues on for weeks, even months. 

Laughing as fights between friends take place,
 as our lovers go wrong.
as our best friend is murdered.
 as our loved ones fall to cancer, disease...
as the mothers and the fathers neglect their children, they once thought they loved.
Laughing as the woman starves herself to gain a perfect image, and gain attention she's so desperately wanted
as the woman's shirt gets lower, the pant legs higher, the hips smaller and the breasts larger to please and obtain the men.
Laughing as our minds and bodies go numb, no longer able to gain pleasure from our passions we only thought we once had.
Laughing as children are put into labor, making roughly $1.25 a day so those of the western world can enjoy their brand-name shoes.
Laughing as the child doesn't wish to go to school, because he is bullied for being who he is and what he was born with.
as the teachers subtly tell their student they're not fitting to mainstream gender stereotypes.

I envision him enjoying the sight as they seek more pills and liquor to numb the pain he only allowed in the first place.

Finding pleasure as humans fall to their knees and thank him for his grace.
as they write songs and sing glory to his name

and when good happens to them? is it disappointment? is it gladness?

Thoughts on Introversion

As of late rushes of thoughts have been overwhelming my mind and my fingers have only yearned to set them out... on paper and even on the inter webs, as is the case in this instance. I fear I have too many and I won't actually be able to properly sort them out.

As a kid, the media constantly pounded through my ears, searching for my mind that it might set that I should be myself. I heard that all over;  in my sunday school class by my church leaders, by my father, by the my favorite pop hits, books, movies. I thought I understood the concept but wasn't quite following it, and I became evermore disappointed in myself. 

See, in my American mind, it was engrained that being myself meant going out, acting crazy, talking to everybody, hanging out on the weekend... actually having friends. I'd go out and attempt to do that, but I would, in many cases: fail miserably. Growing up, I wasn't known by my volleyball skills, my love for nature, culture and good music, I was known as the "shy girl." For some odd reason, it always had to be brought up. My mind retraces the painful memories as I was asked in almost every social setting: "Why are you so quiet McKenna?" "C'mon McKenna, be a little bit more outgoing." In many cases, I would agree with negative comments, agreed that in order to be successful and to be placed on the top of the social hierarchy, I had to defeat this what-seemed-to-be an innate trait.

In reality, I preferred listening over talking, quitting the small talk and cutting to more sincere conversations, I loved making expressions on my face instead of forcing out comments, I preferred smaller groups to larger groups and I loved spending time by myself, but western society made me feel as though those were just symptoms of a disease called: "introversion." For some god-awful reason, introversion is weakness.. people assumed I didn't like humans, when indeed I loved humans, I just showed it in less known ways.

It hasn't been until the last couple of years I have began to discover my true personality, opinions, likes and dislikes and how extremely important it is to stay true to those traits. I finally feel comfortable in my own skin and knowing my limits.

I have an extremely sensitive personality, meaning sounds, energy, smells, and emotions affect me easily. I'm the one who must sway to music either live or just playing in the local grocery store because I feel it so strongly. I can cry to any movie, music, book or billboard. I am extremely good at laughing when something catches my humor.  I can feel the anger through my veins as I find something unjust or when people act irrationally. My emotions are easily stirred by a raindrop, or a sun setting behind a mountain. I find it easy to sympathize with people and understand their personalities.  This holds true to group settings, I am highly affected by a lot of energy. While, I  love socializing and getting to know people, I can only handle so much of it. After a large party, I have to go home and sit with myself. And often in such a setting, the large amount of people reach the tip of my sensitivity, causing me to be more reclusive.

Finding the strengths of my personality has been relieving. Knowing I don't have to be ashamed for what I was born with. Knowing that it feels so damn good to own my personality. Of course there are things I want to work on about me and parts of introversion that can often hold me back, it's nice to say.. You know what?? I don't feel ashamed for wanting to leave or decline an invitation to a big group setting to read a book or gaze at the stars with just myself and me alone.

Own YOURSELF and your quirks, whether you are extroverted, introverted, gay, straight, mormon, atheist. BE PROUD. There will always be flaws in all of us, but it is for us to decide if they are actually flaws. It's the beauty of being human and being different. Think of how mundane and dysfunctional the world would be if we were all extroverted? or vice versa? We wouldn't have learned the great teachings of Mahatma Gandi (introverted) or be affected by the great power and rhetoric of Martin Luther King Jr. (extroverted) it's all intertwined nicely, until cultures begin preferring one of the personality traits over another.



Thank you.