It’s November, everyone’s Instagram or social media archives are everything fall related. Pumpkin spice lattes, random pictures of leathers boots that you probably can’t even afford. Most likely edited with an overused filter. Well I don’t really have a say because I don’t have any social media, but I’m just stating the norm here people. The glorious season of fall washing away the summer tides. Bringing in the bitter cold, and yet sweeping in new, warm memories to make our chills scurry away. I honestly love fall. The gorgeous leaves, bundling up in scarves and hats. Staying close with my friends for at least a little warmth. Course some of you live in more, tropical, areas of the world. So image this;
A long trail in a wooded forest; or a simple walk along the trails of the nearby school grounds. The heavily wooded path may be concrete, but the leaves crunching underneath your feet make up for it. The cold bites at any exposed skin and leaves a million kisses on your face. The wind is consistent, vigorous, silent. You’re bundled in thick jackets, fleece, scarfs, a hat, boots. Even then, a little chilling wind cuts through. The trees around you don thousands of crisp leaves, different hues of red and orange. The sky a blue that could have swallowed you whole. You carry on, knowing full well that these aren’t the only aspects of autumn.
Ha! Now, how was that!?
Anyway, I know I may be wrong, some of you living in other countries may experience this weather. But it’s still fun to describe the simple beauty of it all. I mean, fall is also a bit of a rainy season. Well at least here in California it is. Its the type of weather that makes me have a little beast yearning inside of me. Sniffing the air for a little gust of wind, the crunch of autumn leaves grinding against the soles of my shoes. The part of the year where there’s this slight, I don’t know, this haziness. And all I want to do is find a little secluded corner, a stack or two of books, my sketchbook. My headphones on and my eyes trained on the window. Either pouring with sunlight, clouds hiding the brilliant blue of the sky, or rain. Wonderful, sweet rain falling and falling. Until it has tired.
November, in my opinion, is probably one of the most underrated months. I mean holiday wise. It’s the month in between October and December. In October the hype is pumpkins and costumes, scaring your friends, trick-or-treating. December is Christmas movies, hot chocolate, mistletoe, red and green stockings, trees and ornaments. And November is just
there.
Like the third wheel between a pair of two best friends or something. But you know what it does have!?
Black Friday?
NO. Okay well yes but your missing the point.
Cyber Monday?
No. You’re even farther than when you started.
THANKSGIVING YOU DUM DUMS
It’s the season of being thankful for what you have and maybe even showing it. It isn’t just about stuffing yourself until you feel like you’re going to spontaneously combust. And in the past what, two years? I have so much that I need to say that I can’t possibly just end with one day of it. But I might as well.
Obviously, I’m thankful for my family. I mean without them, I probably wouldn’t even be writing this, let alone under this roof. And not just the ones who I live with.
Let’s start with my parents
My mom with her simple wisdom, and her infinite amount of mental stamina. The person who’s always there when I feel like the entire world is crumbling anf crashing down on me. When I’m sick of trying and end up crying. The one to fuss over the smallest cuts anf bruises. The one to beam when I receive a compliment. To smother me with hugs when she’s proud. She has loved me for who I am. Even if the person I am can, be(and is)reckless and hostile. My own human interactions awkward and apprehensive. She’s a role model, and definitely a favorite among my own friends. She is my biggest female critic, and yet, the strongest supporter. Without her, half the decisions I make on my own would probably end up catastrophically and leaving my life a mess.
But she isn’t the only person who raised me.
My dad. We have it going rough sometimes, I mean, I swear we can’t go a day without having a fight over something stupid and pointless. But I feel like we have more things in common than not, the root of these little brawls really. Our similarities the core of why we fight so much. Like a taste of your own medicine. But it being my father and I, it’s like blood against blood. Now let me point out that most of these petty little fights mostly end up being me who is the cause of it. So don’t go around saying my dad was being the stupid arrogant one. But the contrary really.
I know my father isn’t the most, cozy person in the world. But he does have meaning with his words and actions. He has done so much good in this world and I can’t express in words how much he has done for other people besides himself. Which is more frequent than not. He goes out of his way to do something for someone else. Even if its a burden on himself. Even if it’s just the simple things. I make it a point to specifically pay attention. I can only strive to be like him and my mom. Without him I wouldn’t even have the confidence to show other people what I love doing. What I yearn to do with myself. His own model is what I can only wish to become.
But listen to this first:
If you were to watch an small interaction us; we would both use similar retorts, mock fighting stances, tease each other. We nitpick each other. Both of us born with raised voices and open opinions. Either of those a bad thing or good thing? I’m not sure. But those similarities, our ambitions, our good and bad qualities. It makes me feel closer to him in a strange way. But a good strange you know? And I’m thankful for that.
I don’t even know if my dad would be cool with me writing this stuff about us and I’m probably gonna get scolded later on but ya know it’s cool.
So uhh, hey dad.
Hehe.
Sorry.
But I can’t stop there because, there are so many others too.
The family and friends we have in India, in Singapore, the ones in different corners of the world that I wish at least my fingertips could reach. They support me, nurture me, even from thousands of miles away. They give me praise I think I don’t even deserve. My uncles, my aunts I wish I could say more but I just can’t with words.
Well, I- uh-technically speaking I can because I am perfectly capable of using that ability. That ability being able to read and write and speak the English language and well. But I choose to stay hidden with that capability because it is quite hard to describe something you don’t even understand yourself.
Well sorry for that little splurge there guys.
I’m so grateful for all my amazing friends. There so diverse and I don’t think I can go a school day without them. A group of so many diverse people in so many aspects of themselves. I mean they, like my own family, bring out the best in me. Infusing me with a constant bit of adrenaline that I can only hope never dies down.True friends are the ones that can hear you when you’re quiet. It’s a phrase I have come to be familiar with over the years. A silent understanding between us. A group of so many miscellaneous people. The one’s I’ve been friends with since kindergarten, since sixth or seventh grade which isn’t to long ago. Or even a recent friendship that has blossomed.
I wouldn’t know what to do without them.
But most of all.
I’m loved.
Enough said.
I hope you all have a wonderful day; or night, no judgement.
And just take a couple moments to just think about what in you life that you’re thankful for. Please. It can do so much good and it’ll help you realize just how much good and love is around us.