Monday, October 4, 2010

A Million Little Pieces... without the Oprah drama

I was searching through my friend Maddie's Tumblr account today, admiring the many pictures that perfectly capture her quirky essence. So thank you Maddie for this one which I have lovingly re-posted here. 

     The last few days I have been feeling like this: like everything I have to do is their own piece of confetti. Sometimes I just simply can't care anymore, throw my hands up in the air (saying ah-oh?) and watch them all sparkle as they fall to my feet. The shitty part is when you realize that you do have to pick them all up, lest your mother screams that she will never give you confetti... glitter, anything entertaining... ever again! Ever notice that its almost impossible to do so? That no matter what there will be that one little scrap that eluded your careful eye? And you think to yourself, there goes my arts and craft privileges for life? And as you get older, those pieces of confetti aren't just sparkly bits, but the many duties we juggle everyday- relationships, jobs, school, anything under the sun. Just like the real stuff, you will always miss that one thing that in the grand scheme of the chaos appears insignificant. Eventually, you look down around your feet and see that sparkly bit peeking out from under your toe; suddenly that same heart-wrenching feeling that you forgot something, or worse yet someone. I am not a superhuman. I make choices everyday and sometimes I question them. I have to choose the red confetti or the blue one. Some days, I would just like to stay in Wonderland, peering into the depths of the rabbit hole, lavishing in the deadline-less utopia I have escaped to.