|Start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.|
My day started at 3 in the morning like all other days. The coffee was not hot enough and it was weak. I could not taste the hazelnut that the box said it was flavored and the gluten-free oatmeal I eat everyday was thick. The weather app said it was going to be a little bit colder than the other day. 53 degrees. I've walked around in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt when it was only 45 several winters ago, I'll survive the short distance between the warm building and dry inside of my car. I keep telling myself that. After an hour and a half of high intensity interval training in the heated pool, I pat the water off my skin with what used to be quite a fluffy April Fresh-smelling towel. It now ...
I succumbed to the idea of embracing life alone. I feel no bitterness nor regret, numbness nor resentment that burdens my heart. I feared that by making such choice I’d be consumed by guilt for depriving myself of everything that could be. I let go of hope and life no longer became a walk in quick sand. It no longer dragged me down leaving me desperate and out of breath. Each new step was in the direction I was meant to be. I live not for the past and future unknown, I promised myself... there’s nothing but NOW. All I have is NOW.
I feel so joyful for writing a letter on this auspicious day of Diwali.
Heartfelt wishes to all of you on this festival of light.
This festival is celebrated as a symbolic gesture of "Victory of Light over Darkness".
May all the darkness you are facing will be conquered by the light of your wisdom.
May all your insecurities will be diminish by your self-belief.
And above all,
May all you have the force be with you in the journey towards your destiny.
Some people will tell you to never look back... it’s not where you’re going. Understand that there’s an excellent point we need to learn from this but when you find that some days moving forward seems the most difficult thing to do, go ahead and look back only to see how far you’ve come.
My eyes wandered recklessly the other night as I drove the familiar street. I’ve been here, I seem to remember yet I know it was the first time I was lost in this place. Looking around I was sure that this was new to me but I was pulled towards the empty parking lot. Going with the flow of what seems to be a sign, I picked the space closest to the door of this hole in the wall. The flickering neon light above the entrance suggested I come in. Quiet as it was I heard faint whispers. Nostalgia hit me. I was drawn to the last table by the window. I sat not expecting anything when a woman approached me and offered me a cup of tea that I accepted.
What was I to do here? Should I order something ...
I wanted to write you for days.
happy birthday!I know it was 10 days ago but still better late than ever.How does it feel to be 28?😜
Anyway i wish you all the best for this year.
Your friend jim
Happiest birthday Ophelia!
You were the one who kept encouraging me when I was new to lettrs world!
Thank you for being such a kind soul! May god bless you with lots and lots of happiness!
Hugs and love,
Happy Birthday O!!!
May you always stay a blessed and free soul.
And may you keep kicking butts for many many many many years more.
Close your eyes and make a wish,
Give it wings and let it fly,
Beyond the highest mountain tops,
Up into the clear blue sky.
Wish you a veryy
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY OPHELIA"
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At precisely th...
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Stand firm and do not allow yourself to bully you with negative thoughts. Fight for your life.
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On my way to nowhere...
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The silence, reassuring... I walked around knowing I'm the only person awake. Purposefully I keep tell...
On my way to nowhere...
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On my way to nowhere...
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On my way to nowhere...
I think about the faint sound of the alarm when it woke me. It was barely a buzz and could easily be mistaken for the random sounds I hear surrounding me. I can't say that it could be compared to a light tap on the shoulder when someone finds you've dozed off sitting in a waiting room. It was definitely a soft whisper so close to the ear of someone saying something inaudible that makes you wonder if it was part of a fading dream. Nonetheless the feeble tone demanded my attention.
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It's always something...
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It is true what some people say...
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Dear Lady Lettrist,
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