Brown Penny

I didn't go home today.

So what if I go to rallies and such? It's my own decision and responsibility if I decide to join them. At least I know what I believe in and would dare to take a chance on it. Well, not always, but, if I do intend on joining, then they shouldn't have any say at all. My choice, my decision, my responsibility.

I'm trying not to expect anything. Like I said, I don't really want to be hurt. Haha, yeah right, as if, but well, I'm not gonna expect anything. I'll just stand by and let things happen, with of course a little push, but other than that, nada. Zilch.

Why do I keep up with some people? Because that is who they are and as much as you want to change them, you can't. Change will happen if they truly believe that they need it; one cannot force change. The best thing really is to try to understand why they act in a certain way and you yourself be the one to adjust to them. They're just being themselves. It will be your own problem if you can't stand them. You can't just give up on a person because you don't like how they act. They need to be understood.

Or maybe I'm just being too kind. I'm still a people pleaser but I found that not pleasing everyone is also a good thing. There are times when it is myself that I should please. Right?

Finally, I was able to walk at night. What a wonderful feeling.

Currently sleepy but in order to have good dreams, I need to empty my mind of all these endless thoughts.

People should know when their jokes are going too far. Sensitivity is needed. Sensitivity to others, I mean, not to one's own self.

This is the poem from Must Love Dogs. A wonderful poem, simply written but has depth, as poems should have.

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Brown Penny by William Butler Yeats

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.