Me alejé mucho tiempo de algo que me aterraba, que me lastimaba.
Y mi única manera de ocultar ese miedo, fue huir y alejarme a un lugar que fuese mi refugio.
Mi escondite se convirtió en un tunel sin salida donde solo me quedaba cerrar mis ojos y no querer despertar para no enfrentar mis temores. Ignoraba constante cada oportunidad tenia de hacerlo.
Y es que mi mayor desafio era abrir los ojos a la realidad y afrontar mis miedos.. pues es como lanzarse a un abismo de angustias.
Donde nuestras acciones se volveran inciertas.
Donde nuestro subconsciente decidirá entre: Seguir siendo vulnerables y escondernos; ó despetar aunque eso signifique despertar tambien a nuestro parte oscura violenta y ...
We talk a lot about the firsts in our lives - first love, first job, first car, etc. They're momentous, significant, and special. But what about the last times?
In an Open Letter, answer the following and use the tag, "Life":
1. Last person who made you smile
2. Last person you said I Love You to
3. Last time you cried
4. Last time you apologized
5. Last time you said Thank You
6. Last time you talked to your parents
7. Last fight with your significant other or best friend
8. Last time you were heartbroken
9. Last time you were genuinely happy
10. Last time you felt proud of yourself
Feel free to discuss your answers.
En ocasión de reconstruir mi asolada estructura, he solicitado consejo de algunos que de conocedores se precian. Decenas de observaciones, otras tantas de trucos y advertencias. Regocijo provoca el tener esa ayuda, más queda ese sin sabor de saber que nadie te preguntó si eras feliz, si con esos consejos lo serías. Y es que aunque la felicidad debe provenir de uno mismo, muy pocos te muestran cómo lograr que se repare la fuente. Y, materiales en mano, prosigo con mi anhelo: restaurar la fuente, ser feliz...
“As long as you have the attitude and work ethic to reach for the stars ⭐️ rather you win or lose, I can promise you that you’ll make it far.”
I know this is not right.
I know I should not be thinking of that thing.
I know I am a good person, I would not kill anyone or harm anyone.
No. That is not me.
Argh! Too much noise in my head.
These voices.. I hate it!
I need my psychiatrist, I need my psychologist.
God, I need help.
Perfect pen pal?
There's no such thing as a perfect being, but I'll describe my perfect pen pal to be a dear friend to me...
That's all I ask for..
Other than that, we could bond over our love for chai, ice skating, Big Bang Theory finale, and lots of non medical school stuff, and any weird hobbies tht you've got..
You've got a friend in me,
Today I narrowed down my search, while looking through the “home buying” apps.
I’ve been able to narrow down the top 3 locations I would want to look into when I finally go to buy a house.
I’m looking at the neighborhood, the crime rate, the schools rating... etc.
Durand, IL, Machesney Park, IL, and Candlewick, IL are just the top 3 I have a couple other locations in mind as well.
I know I want a 4 bedroom, 2-3 bath, a completed basement, and a huge fenced in backyard. I want a two car garage, and a patio/ deck!
I have this image of my house and while I’ve been looking though the for sale apps I’ve gotten a pretty good idea price wise.
2020 is going to be the year I buy my first ho...
i still hear
all the music
in the background
when the universe
that our Forever
I’m not a chelsea fan but if you give me a chance I’ll take U to the garden of Eden, I promise I won’t cause any Hazard cus I Kanté Drinkwater without seeing a loftus smile on Ur Cheeks. Truly I’m a Kepa But My prayers for you will be your Arsenal, I can grant you my Liver if you’re scared to join me in the Pool, I promise You’ll Never Walk Alone because I Don’t Give Up like Mo Salah I’ll always motivate you with Pep Talks & coach you like Guardiola.
A journey of Love.
When your journey began, you were whole.
When love arrived for the first time, happiness came with it.
So much happiness that you couldn’t handle it.
Life became joyous and beautiful.
And then love left one day.
They said,”you’ll find someone better”.
But they didn’t understand one thing.
When you were no longer with someone, you ended up leaving a part of you with them. Something that you’ll never be able to share with someone else.
And in the end, you are not whole.
Back in those cantonment days -
When all those footwear would line themselves up on the make do wooden stand,
I'd pick those long huge boots out,
And try to fit my feet into them.
The fit would evidently be out of place
I'd convince myself though, and keep dragging those huge boots along,
Half believing them to be just right for me - and me for them,
Half wanting to be worthy enough someday to put those on.
Times changed, and I outgrew the person -
I outgrew his shirts which no longer fit,
I outgrew his suggestions which no longer agree -
So I tried his boots on again,
And yet, for some reason, I couldn't outgrow them.
I still can't fill his shoes.
Love sometimes feels like insufficiency.
“There is only one kind of you, there’s one kind of me, and one kind of anybody. There aren’t anyone better than the original everyone.”
is so quietly
that i will never
Finish the story...
"There was nothing left to take. Nothing left to give. He closed his eyes, folded his hands and started talking..."
Tag your letter 'storytime' and leave a comment below when you're.
New week, New challenge! Are you ready? Use the words below to create a story or poem and tag your letter 'weeklychallenge' so we can find it.
Let's connect with each other. Write a letter about what you're looking for in your "perfect pen pal".
Tag your letter 'penpals' so you can find each other and make new friends!
Have fun :)