Another full circle has come and gone, the time to depart is nearing again. And so sleepless nights ensue... well not that I was sleeping well before this. It's the same problem that never goes away, the restless mind that lunges into overdrive as soon as the eyes are shut. I think I'm not physically exhausted enough, I have to be totally knackered at the end of the day to fall into deep, undisturbed slumber. So the problem is... I'm just spiritually exhausted?
True, I have no measurable wisdom to impart. But if I could, I would want to impart a wee bit to my little niece.
I would tell her to be happy, and not get frustrated or cry over the smallest things. Relish in your childhood, cos god knows growing up will indeed suck balls and you'll have less chance to laugh with wild abandon. If I could, I would shake some sense into her, going "Why are you crying over this?? Stop wasting your time and energy with your manipulative tears!! LIVE your goddamn life before it begins to go downhill!!"
I don't know, I guess it pains me a little to see such a young thing getting frustrated and crying so easily when in truth she doesn't have to worry about a goddamn thing. Yet. When in the future she's gonna have so much (uncountable wtf) more opportunities and reasons to sob, bawl and choke over tears.
But of course, at the end of the day she's just a toddler. Of course she won't listen to reason or understand shit if anyone tries to talk sense into her like an adult. I think everyone just has to get that into their head, that way everyone will feel better. Her grandfather launches into his typical philosophical speeches trying to teach her as if that's gonna work.
I look at her and wonder what she'll be like when she grows up. Don't we all wonder? However she turns out, I just want her to be happy and not end up disillusioned, jaded or resentful. I wish her the best.