Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I feel really honoured to make a difference in someone's life. I know we all make some impact on other's lives, but when that person shows it, or speaks openly about it, you feel even better, and I personally feel privileged that I would have mention. I've helped countless people before (and have been helped countless times too), and have been mentioned plenty of times. But everytime, it still feels like an honour.
And that leads me to being quite pissed off when people are snatched from me. I'm really, really getting tired of it. I've moved way too much, and have lost contact with many friends through this process. Visiting is a traveling nightmare. And still people are taken from me continually. God, it's annoying. I may get used to it, due to the frequency, but it's still not something I like to go through anyway.
It makes it worse that it's close friends of mine. Why aren't the people I dislike going away?
Zzz. I shall end with the words of Isabella I of Castile, who's life I just read about. She's quite an inspiration. “The Lord gave him to me, the Lord hath taken him from me, glory be His holy name.”