Are you okay? Don't just say you are, because I know what that means—looking sad when you think no one can see you. -- Molly Hooper, from thisI know do not ask this often enough but...how are you? how has life been fairing? no, really. I want to know, and because honestly, there seems to be not enough people who even take the time to care. I know I don't ask often enough because I don't see you in person. in "real" life we may put it. but that doesn't mean you are not there. that doesn't mean you're just a screen; just a few scrambled words within a comment form that comes up occasionally. because without you, I wouldn't be here. this garden wouldn't be anything but a blank screen.
so many times the focus of blogging becomes a self-centered central and merely a place to go higher up in the levels of fame - a confidence booster to be assured that what the author is doing truly matters. to anyone.
because we humans crave that. to matter. to be noticed. to be admired. to be loved by anyone. to be acknowledged and appreciated. to count. we'll go to great lengths to be noticed as such, worrying about publishing perfection or writing something heart-stopping or even posting every other day of the week. and we've become a bit talented in being able to hide what emotions really enrage within our minds; we have learned how to bury every quirk and talent and interest that we find no one would ever understand - ever care to take the time to understand - just to be noticed and accepted as "one of them." but I have learned, I will never be one of them, so why aspire towards that?
so, dearheart. how are you? because, I really want to know, and frankly, because it sometimes seems nobody takes the time to care to find out anymore.
xx | the girl in her garden.
postscript :: things might be a bit quiet around here this coming week, but dontcha fret your pretty little head... it just means a lots of stories are being developed at the moment. ;)