Someone’s worse cannot be an excuse for your bad.
The reaction after achieving the long-awaited success is surprisingly not that ecstatic. It’s just emptiness. At this point, there is only a question. Now what? Where to? It’s always about the next goal, it’s as if one isn’t enough. There will inevitably be another.
A change is here, better get used to it. We are not stopping and we will not be silent. We do not have to be taught what it looks like, you do. We know. Do not be afraid, it will be good for you as well. Some of us do not have to experience it to be able to recognize it. It does not have to be me too to empathize with it. Attack against one of us is an attack against all of us.
No matter how the day eventually ends, appreciate when the morning is good. Especially when that morning starts with the new Star Wars: The Last Jedi trailer and it turns out to be everything you hoped for.
So, I saw Wonder Woman. And it was wonderful. If I had to describe it with something relatable or compare it to something else, I would say that this movie was a full, perfect, menu meal. You get the soup, steak, side dish, salad, and a lovely dessert. While I was watching it, I was reminiscing something I have wanted to share ever since it happened. It was such a little, endearing moment to me, which when I thought about it, was both great and a bit bitter. Why great? Because it made me feel great. So, then why bitter? Because of how simple it was, and how some wouldn’t even consider it as something good. However, I think it was one of the best compliments I have ever received. This guy from a computer store praised my nerdy knowledge of comic books, Star Wars, and movies. He delightfully said that not a lot of women know so much about those. It made me blush, as someone would if they were called good looking. Every time I think about it I chuckle. Calling someone attractive doesn’t suffice beyond a surface level. Telling someone you like their interests, that you share them as well, that’s how you get their attention.
Memory can often be an enemy of the worst kind. It decides to send its letters of past when one least expects it. Bad memories sometimes seem much more eager to appear than the good ones. Familiar, dear faces emerge, only to remind of the void left by their absence. The realization that it is only a memory shatters those moments in pieces of bitterness. Yearning for those times to return becomes obsessively excruciating. The presence is suddenly irrelevant. The future is not something to be welcomed anymore, it turns into a boat slowly sailing away from those happier places the mind has kept. And it makes you angry, sad, and disappointed. All the words that could be said if only one more chance was given. They are now nothing more than unspoken thoughts and regrets.