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Ish is the poorly-used suffix that many teenagers use at the end of a lot of words, just like how they corrupt their sentences by adding "like" between each and every freakin' word. The mere sight of the poorly-used suffix, Ish, gives gramatical experts cataracts and its mere utterance burts their eardrums.

Ish may imply a sense of incompleteness. At least that's how I understand it... Which is why I have fallen victim to this growing trend. I am guilty of adding this poorly-used suffix to many of my words whether they be nouns, adjectives, verbs... whatever.

I am happyish.
I am contentedish.
I am care-freeish.
I have an absolutely perfect life... ish.


It has been a long time since I've felt true, genuine happines. Although several people have diagnosed me with a severe giggling disorder, many of my giggles and laughs are half-felt... forced. I am not completely uncontended with life. I am partially uncontented. I'm contentedish. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person who falls under that category. I'm not completely care-free. Completely care-free people are a little bit too naive... Naive to the point where one has the right to slap the word "Ignorance" on their foreheads. I actually have many cares. I have several insecurities. I would be lying if I said that I didn't care what people say about me. I do. I do care. I'm sure many of us do. And No. My life is not perfect. It can be the exact antonym of the word at times...

But even if I'm not completely happy and content with life, even if I have all these cares and burdens that weigh me down, even though my life isn't perfect, I still have enough energy in me to move a few facial muscles and pull up a smile. I try my best to find something to be thankful for everyday.

I'm thankful for waking up to a nice, soft bed.
I'm thankful for my supportive family and friends.
I'm thankful and extremely glad that we don't have to breathe our much-needed oxyen through big, heavy tanks.

And with that smile, comes laughter... I don't want my life to revolve or be defined by a one-syllable. poorly-used. suffix. I don't want to laze around just because my glass is only half-filled. That will only make matters worse. Life was never meant to be easy on any of us in the first place. That's why we set goals for ourselves. That's what makes life less-boring... The thrill of chasing our dreams. As our lives go on, drops will start to fill our glasses without us even noticing... And eventually, our glasses will be filled beyond their capacity.

So count your blessings. Dreams are certainly reachable.

I count my blessings. I try my best to reach my dreams.


I consider myself fortunate.


No suffix whatsoever needed.


XOXO,
PaJiE (",//< wink ->