Sometimes I feel disheartened and sombre. It feels like world is falling apart. Then what keeps me going on?
The hues of rising Sun, the whispering trees, the tweeting birds, the serenity of moon, the fragrance of nature, the shining rainbows, the peculiarity of Dusk, the blossom of flowers, the soaring mountains, the streaking brooks, the tranquility of lakes, the starry night sky, the falling stars from heavens, the bouncing raindrops, the numbing snow, the yellow autumn.
And for that I am grateful to them.
Sundays are for reflection...
Looking forward to Sunday I keep my excitement contained. Two minutes out of Pilates class I head to get a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin. The day has started like all the other days these past few months. Bright mornings, calm afternoons and quiet evenings I’ve immensely enjoyed. I have been taking care of myself and have found ways for my mind and body to stay connected, in-sync and balanced. It’s becoming effortless to maintain. I realize that once one finds that center, no matter what, the link to that happy place never gets severed. Although the hard line might somehow get slightly dusty, perhaps fade or even get almost erased, an imprint remains beneat...
What exactly is struggle??
Everyone is struggling in one way or the other in their lives.
A life is incomplete or rather unaccomplished if there never had been any struggle.
Human life ought to struggle right from birth to take the first breathe of life or while struggle taking the last breathe.
We are habitual of struggle even before we came to senses.
So why is the cry of struggling if someone fails or finds difficult to get to their goals?
So is difficulty in achieving our dreams and wishes be called struggle?
And why do we need to blame the struggle part for that?
Why do we have to see struggle on the darker side?
I feel it is the struggle that keeps us going.
Struggle should be seen on ...
MILLENNIAL'S CAN OF WORMS
Life treats everyone differently, but there are some common traits in people of similar age groups. I am talking about Millennials, the group to which I belong. The group that is facing mid-life crises. Where they are unaware of life's doing. Whether it is their personal life or professional, everything is at stake. And their mind, well... it is somewhere in the middle of recapturing the good past and reinforcing the positive attitude towards the future. Every shoulder carrying a baggage of delusions, risk, failure, fear and what not. I mean there might be positive things too, but mostly, it's really hard to keep yourself positive during this period of time.
Everything might seem to fall apart,
for you have no hope for a better tomorrow,
but at least you have a tomorrow to not hope for,
at least you have a chance to live another day.
Life goes on...
Open Thoughts #1
Well I thought I had a chance
I thought maybe THIS Valentines Day would be different
God is apparently not a fan of mine
Since last Friday I have been sick
Thankfully not the flu
Or the stomach virus
But some weird mutation of a cold and a sinus infection
That had drunken sex one night in a broom closet
And made whatever has been living in my head.
While pumped full of DayQuil
I do feel better and can finally stomach (most of) a full meal again
In the past few days I have not been able to:
Laughs without coughing
Brush my teeth
Wear my retainers
Or do pretty much anythin...
I need not fear, for the kingdom of God is upon me, and I am one of His chosen.
My intentions will always be pure..
I do not desire to become one shitty person, who would make me feel disgusted. EVER!
I may stumble
Or even fall
The tears I weep
May make me
Or even cause me
To appear unsteady
I am strong enough to know
That like a phoenix
I will always rise back up
Renewed in hope
And take flight
In faith. JD
*Rise* Part II
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Be softer with you
You're a breathing thing.
A memory to someone.
A hope to your parents.
A home to a life.
Apologize your body first,
Maybe that's where the healing starts!
Today, I got a word of freedom...even before the sermon.
For months, I named my seed healing-
But in an instant, she was called freedom.
Divinely, supernaturally...words of liberation encircled my head and filled my heart...
Until I finally started believing-
What I always wanted to believe in.
Let me live,
Let me live
A single day
Before I actually die.
Let me live
Every that moment
For which I've craved lifelong
Let me live,
To savor all that
What I have sowed.
Let me live,
To make out
All that I've messed so far.
Let me live
One last time
To just live
To liven a life.
I try to convince myself.
“We’re going down to this lane again?”, my inner voice shoots back sharply.
It pauses for my reply but fails to be patient.
“You never truly learn that hope is the bitch you want to kill,
The root cause of your problem.
How could you possibly feel the same butterflies when you see him?
How do you allow yourself to shut the doors of reality when you two hangout?
Why do you fall beneath your own limits every single time and expect magic to fix you later?
Dumb little girl, learn.
Only living in fleeting moments isn’t going to take you very far.
Somewhere along the lines, you’ll tip over, crash and burn.”
I know I argue.
“Time to kill the bitch”, it repeats.
I hope that with the rise of dawn
The mist that clouds your eyes
And you see the colours
Of the world around you
The brook is bluer than you imagined
The night is darkest shade of black
I hope the mist breaks through
Nd you see
The cycle that runs the universe
Where it goes from light to dark
But somehow I'm stuck in dark
And all you picture is light....
I haven’t had this feeling for some time.
The butterflies in my chest.
My heart wrenching, tossing and turning at every thought of her.
Not out of sorrow, hurt or regret...
But out of care, happiness, and love for her.
Something has reawakened inside of me.
I get happy again, thinking of her.
I smile at the thought of all she’s doing.
I’m proud of where she’s going.
I’m glad for who she is.
I don’t plan on trying to date someone else any time soon.
I still have hope for her and I. I still have faith in her.
I’m waiting for her.
I love her.
A consonant and a vowel.
Two letters, when put together, are so powerful, bringing dead things back to life.
A new school revival so moving and powerful.
Each person with their own hope and expectations, desiring something different.
All of us needing peace.
My hope for RE,
is for her and I to be REignited.
I do not know who you are. Your life story is blank to me. I have no clue about your struggles nor any about your accomplishments. But, I do know one thing.
I know that you are a wonderful person. You need not to change for anybody. You are beautiful.
Girls, you don't need to put layers of make up to be called pretty. Just by existing that makes you pretty. Boys, you don't need to grow a beard or even have that bit of stubbles to be manly
Failure? I beg to differ. You are good enough, you are good at something, you are greater than what you think of yourself. Don't lose hope if you haven't discovered your talent. You'll find it.
And lastly, I want you to stay strong and ground...
I know that my January "monthly-statement" came out late.
And yes, a bunch of things have been going on.
I told you that I was going to keep you updated on the things going on and believe me I will. But, first, let's get in touch.
How have YOU been? [let me a comment]
A 360° degree-turn my life did again. Incredible, huh? I am pretty sure the same is going on with you.
Instead of talking about specific stuff, I want to talk about how have you been dealing with this stuff going on with you.r life. right now What are your coping mechanisms?
You know, there are healthy and unhealthy coping mechanisms. I personally have been for many years intoxicating mysel...