What are we running behind?
Why are we such a world where we need to work to live ?
Why do we need to earn to feed our children ?
Why did God give us this life?
Why are we born this way?
Why are few struggling in life?
Why are people hungry?
Why are we always chasing for acceptance?
Why do we need someone to love us?
When do we live a life unique to each other when we are supposed to die and rise into eternity and see Jesus?
Some people took everything for granted and then give the most stupidest reason for it. It's like playing with someone feelings and then saying sorry. My biggest problem is that I believe others very easily. I thought everyone is telling me truth like I do. Maybe, because I am too emotional or too stupid..!!
Lá vem a primavera.
Pra encher de flores os campos e perfumar nosso olhar com sua beleza inaudível
Sometimes I forget that even though I choose to live my life for the sake of others, this is still MY life.
I work so hard and try so much to please everybody and make sure everybody gets their happy ending that I forget about mine.
There are times, out of the blue, where I find my sanity; for just a second and I come to the realization that this is my story. It is about me and I can choose what happens, what I become, what I can be... who I can be.
All that I know is that I MUST keep pushing and not give up on myself and my dreams.
One chapter may finish, but it doesn't make it my ending...
I really need to cut myself some slack because after everything I've lived, survived and ...
I don’t claim to be the most perfect woman. I have my flaws, my crazy ways.
I have my attitudes that’ll last me days.
But one thing I am, wholeheartedly is UNDERSTANDING.
Most people can’t stand me, and I understand.
Can’t pick up the phone? ... I understand
Want to be left alone?... I understand
Can’t respond to a text?... I understand
Don’t want to have sex?... I understand
Rather be with the next?... I understand
Can’t give me respect?... I understand
Can’t love me the same?... I understand
Want to make me look like a lame?... I understand
I can’t take away your pain... I understand
Want to push me away?... I understand
Don’t want to stay?... I understand
Want to cry on my shou...
Zidd par aajau toh palat
kar bhi na dekhu,
Mere sabar se abhi tum
wakif hi kaha ho.
I am 25 and sometimes I think I'm too stupid for this age. I wanted people to behave in the same way I did with them. Maybe, the wisdom is the thing I'm missing. Wish me luck..!!
Kehtay hai chorne wale chor jaate hai
Mukaam koi bhi ho
Mein kehti hoon nibhaane wale nibha jaate hain halat kaise bhi ho...
"The key here is to pick yourself up and keep going rather than stopping altogether."
Believing in the power of positive thinking is one of the most effective ways to change your attitude. But this can be difficult for many people. We could become bitter and negative about everything in life. Being optimistic is directly related to how we think. Positive thinking has the power to change a lot of things in our lives. Negative thoughts, on the other hand, can narrow your mind. They keep you from seeing opportunities and moving forward – there is always that “what if” scenario going through your mind.
A mind is a powerful tool that can make or break your life and your business success. You...
“Life and the connections have with people are all like chemistry. We change every person we interact with and they change us. Our reactions towards one another says it all, like a reaction from chemicals mixing.”
You are one in a million. You've earned the respect of all of us here for your dedication to Lettrs. You always go the extra mile for us and that hasn't gone unnoticed, my lovely.
You have also become someone I consider a good friend. You are considerate, thoughtful and genuine. I feel very blessed to have met you here.
I also deeply admire you. I am in awe of your creative gifts! Your abilities with the pen span from remarkable and ingenious illustrations to superb poetry. I would love to own a piece of your artwork one day. Perhaps we can do a swap? 😁 Drew has been fortunate to have your loyalty to Lettrs for so many years. You talents shaped the platform in many ways.
After 7 years of bringing letters to the world, we now must say goodbye to lettrs, despite best efforts to keep it going. The world has changed, where imagery dominates the the mobile medium. The psychology of letter writing has changed too.
Thanks to everyone who was part of the lettrs experience. It means a lot to me, really.
Maybe one day we can produce a next generation lettrs, that is simpler and aligns more to how the mobile medium operates in the shallows.
So please save your letters, as in a few short days we will close down this once beautiful place.
I know all about darkness.
It can keep you hidden,
when you don’t want to be seen
but there is no freedom
to be found from being invisible.
You can’t hide from your thoughts, they linger.
Do not be afraid to acknowledge
the unspoken words,
find your voice.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
I'm starting to feel a shift in myself again,
As I am tired of punishing myself for my dark past.
Love has come & gone for me,
Sometimes it has been me at fault
Other times, it wasn't at all
Loving myself has always been a struggle for me,
It has always been easier for me to focus my attention on someone else
Well this year has forced me to re-learn what it means to love myself,
I fell back into some self destructive patterns.
& frankly, the growth I want has to start within.
So I'm shedding my skin & welcoming a new chapter.
Where my boundaries aren't up for discussion, & I see myself as a force to be reckoned with.
Deep down, I know how great of a person I...
*Sweedle's Creative Corner
It's raining here today. Steaming cups of ginger tea are being passed on by cold hands. There is conversation and laughter, and the rain.
Mohd. Rafi is singing in the background,
Asking his loved one not to leave just yet. His heart has not yet had enough.
The pitter patter of raindrops on leaves adds an urgency to his request. Rains and goodbyes are apparently immiscible.
I sneak out quietly to the terrace, while the same stories are being recalled for the hundredth time downstairs. You feature in most of them; we all do. Tales from the good old days. But nostalgia can only do so much.
And now, I stretch out my palm to touch the rain. And tha...
Appreciate the way that you feel things,
Appreciate that there will be moments without big wins,
Appreciate every single mood swing,
Appreciate the fact that it is just how your heart sings,
Appreciate the harsh and the high winds,
Appreciate your strong wings,
Appreciate that not everyone needs to be saved,
Appreciate the fallen and the brave,
Appreciate your day and how you spend it,
Appreciate the people who are present when you end it.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
Dear Drew and Lettrs Family,
Thank you so much for giving me and my artwork a special home for so many years!
I will miss reading your lettrs and meeting new friends and penpals here.
It’s not goodbye, just see you later, or soon I hope!
Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
SIGNALS OF LIFE
Topic : Write a TEDx Talk of your own.
Tag to be used : SIGNAL
Comment below once you post your letter.
You all must have seen a TED talk or TEDx talk sometime in your life. Imagine YOU are invited to one such event. All you need to do, is to write your own powerful experience, that you would like to share with the world. In this way, you take a moment of pause in your life, reflect on your own experiences, and then move forward again filled with energy and enthusiasm.
How does it help others ?
At times we tend to learn from experiences from other people. Because they hav...
Outside : A musing
I was afraid to open my window which was closed since long enough. I was comfortable in my own space without any foreign air sprinting inwards. I was afraid, that the dust that covered my table won't look pretty anymore. I was afraid of the change.
And then, a storm broke the glasses of my windows, it rushed in and created a mess. As if it changed everything. But now that every shattered piece of glass was on the floor and I was unwilling to clean it up, somehow I gathered my strength and started cleaning all the mess bit by bit every passing hour.
I got tired and I slept. I had a sound dreamless sleep finally after so long. When...
We are creatures of habit. We stick to our daily routine yet sometimes things don’t end up the way we intend them to. No matter how carefully we plan everything, life still gets in the way. But as the resilient beings that we are, we adjust, we adapt and we compromise. We move forward carrying this heavy load, and then we thrive.
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
A flock of starlings,
Descend clumsily to eat,
Fledglings learning fast.
~ Soaring Skylark
Challenge number 6 set by Sweedle:
"Look out of the window and write a Hiaku poem about what you see, smell, feel, taste."
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,