
The Appointment Part II



Life can sure take a big turn when you least expect it. For
the ones that suffer and think there is no way out, there is. You just must
keep pushing. I have friends that have come to me with no willingness to live,
but they held on. Things do turn around, believe it or not. Hope is the last
thing that you have been holding on, but you must be able to also push yourself
out of the hole you are in. Every day, we are challenged, every day we won’t
know if we’ll get home. You need to cherish it. The pain one goes through
always must have a reason, maybe it’s your cross to carry, or maybe you are
carrying someone else’s pain and sacrificing your own. The entirety of it is
that you analyze what’s going on and decide your next move. There is always an
answer as hopeless and painful as it has been. It wouldn’t be life if it weren’t
like this. We are here to learn a lesson, two lessons, multiple lessons, that’s
just how life is.
I guess
what my point is that you are capable, you are willing, you can get out of
whatever hole you are in. It may not be as fast as you hoped for or as
delightful you might imagine but never forget that there is always a way.
I am
writing this mainly because of people around me that have been going through
hard times including myself, and just typing this out here does help me and
hopefully it’ll help others. Do you feel hopeless? Don’t worry, you aren’t
alone, just endure it and we will see things through. Just hope… and push…

How can someone that gives you so much joy totally devastates
you in a blink of an eye?
How can you move on feeling guilty of the loss of a loved
one? I can’t begin to understand or accept the fact that you are not here
anymore. I can’t believe I let you down, I let everyone down. I am so heart
broken even though I only knew you for four days, I feel like I can’t think
straight, things keep reminiscing in my head, I still hear your cry, I can’t
believe you are gone. I am so sorry I let you down, you were my everything Bean
even though we only knew each other for such a short time. I am so sorry, I can’t
forgive myself for what happened to you. You were supposed to get better; you
were supposed to be here and be mine to keep company to Mouser. You are gone
and I can’t believe it; I can’t believe the pain I feel and the guilt that
still comes with it. I tried everything I could to help you, and it still wasn’t
enough. Wasn’t meant to be maybe? I am so heartbroken. I can’t even imagine
this would happen. I am so sorry, I am sorry, I failed you. This is one of the
hardest moments I had in my life and it’s so crazy to say that because I knew
you for such a short time. It’s like torture. Is this what hell is like? I can’t
believe it. I will never forget you. I will forever have a space for you in my
heart. I still can’t believe you are gone; I just can’t process it and maybe
that’s my punishment for not doing enough. You were more than enough; I will
always love you my little Bean….

Whenever I meditate, I always think of that perfect Saturday
when I was a kid and everything felt like the time stood still. It was just
perfect, everything was peaceful and I will never ever forget that feeling. It
always helps me calm down, it always releases a good peaceful feeling of what
it was to feel together and in peace. What is the perfect Saturday for me? Let
me explain.
The perfect Saturday is that moment where you just see
everyone around you at peace. There are no fights, arguments, or screaming.
Everyone is just enjoying the moment, and I think that’s what the whole point
of this is. My perfect Saturday takes me back to when I was around six or seven
years old (no pun intended). It’s a lazy Saturday at our house where everyone
is at home doing their own thing. I can start on the first floor where I see my
father watching tv but guess what? He’s asleep holding the newspaper, how peace
is that? Very peaceful indeed. Then if I look over, I see my mother organizing the
kitchen just seeing her enjoying putting her kitchen together and plates away.
There are no words, just enjoyment. The tv is on but at a volume that
completely blends into the peacefulness of the household.
I then find my way upstairs where my siblings are. I have
three sisters and one brother. The first room to the right is my parents’ room,
nothing to see here. On the left though, are my sister’s room (two of them) and
as I look in there you can see one just playing with her barbie dolls while the
other one is reading a book, simple yet peaceful and beautiful. There are no
words, just enjoying the moment. My other sister is in her own room, yes, she
was the rebel that wants her own room and she’s also just enjoying the moment,
what is she doing? Just drawing but sometimes she would be moving things around
as she always wanted to change things around. No words, just peacefulness.
Finally, my brother’s room which is also mine, is on the far left and I could
peek in to see him organizing his toys. We had ninja turtles and G.I.joes and
would destroy them to pieces, yes, we were destructive. You can see him trying
to put together the head of one G.I.Joe with the body of another. We had to
make them last after all! Nothing but bliss.
The feeling of the perfect moment, the perfect Saturday,
your inner peace is that moment where you can just see everyone around you reflecting
on that peaceful feeling towards you. It’s all about being in a good
environment which is why I always use this moment to help me calm down during
meditation or whenever I feel like I’m losing my grip. So what is your perfect
Saturday?


I was born a man,
always pushed to be a man and what I am supposed to do. In my head, I thought
that was my role, that I didn’t have a choice. As I grew up, I always thought
differently and never fit in into other crowds. It all makes sense now. I
thought there was something wrong with me, but it turned out that I was just
built differently. It’s kind of crazy to think how it all finally makes sense
all these years later. It was a fun venture to put all the pieces together of
this crazy puzzle that was inside my head and come up with the answer. I will
not be accepted by many, I already lost so much from people around me, but you must
be who you truly are, there is no way around it. You need to live.
The whole point of
this mini expression of my true self is my proclaim of freedom. I feel like I
can finally start living the way I truly am meant to live. I am being my true
self and even if that means I’ll be alone, I rather have that than to be
miserable. Like really, what kind of life is that? There is no fulfillment and
that’s exactly what I talked to my therapist for years until it all finally
made sense. I wouldn’t change it for anything, yes, my journey is going to be
the hardest thing I have ever done in my life but it wouldn’t be life if you
weren’t suffering, wouldn’t it?
Just be who you are
and fuck everyone else! I am done with it! I am Ada!
