The idea is to write something in 100 words that convey a tangible train of thought.
Everything in life has a dark side and a bright side, and they’re indistinguishable from each other. We can’t see the positive because there is so much negativity surrounding us. That does not mean that we have to surrender to it and wallow in the mire.|
There is no guarantee of any sort that you will find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, just as there’s no guarantee that there’s a respite after all your turbulent and troubled journey.
Positivity comes from the determination to trudge on in spite of the struggle.
January 16th, 2019
|People need monsters for them to continue "a-hero-ing" in their hollow lives. The only logic is "us against them"- if you're not with them, you're against them. If you are different, you're the enemy.
If you are able to think things through and try to reason with them, you're labelled a "philosopher"… that would warrant a beating.
If you're female, then there's the threat to your sex, for thinking.
If your bully is female, she will get male minions to deal with you. You can be witty, clever and wise.
In their eyes, you will always be their monster.
|Sometimes, Life doesn't unveil itself to be the ideal. Someone you love betrays you. You feel unloved and unwanted. And in that moment of sadness, you feel all alone and lonely. Your heart cries and aches like the billions of heartbroken people who suffered some kind of defeat this year too. But yours somehow screams the loudest.
In this time and in this space, take heart, you're not alone, if you can believe it. It's actually the time to stand still and take note of what's really there and assess how you can best move forward. Without harming other people.
|When I say: "The World owes you nothing, you owe yourself everything."
The thought is because I would be nowhere as a person and a human being if I looked at the world filtered with the mindset that it's always someone else's fault that I'm miserable. Or that I didn't have what other people have. Or that someone else is always more successful than me.
How can anyone be happy if they spend their days obsessing over how better other people's lives are? Why can't they see that absolutely everyone has their own stories to live out? That is Destiny.
People grow through their own personal experiences, their pasts and their intuitions.
But there are always people who will try to make you believe that you should leave your past behind, often ignoring that you know exactly what you're worth and you don't need them to manipulate your thinking. Besides that, people who ignore their past also forget they're supposed to learn from the very necessary past. Those I know who have forgotten their past are also the very people who repeat the same mistakes time and again.
People are meant to live and learn, that is called being Human.
|Under my skin flows a red liquid that shares sequences, defects, flaws and predispositions. I share this with some people, simply because of the fact that my father and mother felt drawn to each other that one designated day only Heaven knew.
This blood in me is not an "I owe you", it is not an "I am one of you", it is not an "I am better than you". It does not make you beholden to me, I am not beholden to you. What it does is make me who I am, someone who was born to be me.
|The boorish behaviour of others does not liberate us to act in the same disrespectful manner.
Yelling louder, having more comrade, believing you're right. But have no facts to base it on will never make you right. Or that which you sing so loudly will prove to be the truth. We were born to be different. That's why we didn't fit their cookie cutters.
Their words will sting, like salt in open wounds because we are as human as they are. But they can think they have the upper hand because they have had their last words.
Always be kind!
|When someone's safety is threatened, they would behave in a way that will "save" them. Whether the threat to their safety is perceived or real does not matter. What matters is that they think that it is real and therefore they behave accordingly, and their reaction may or may not affect those around them. But their reaction will be real because to them at that moment the threat is real. We can unlearn fears. Because, in essence, all of our fears are things we learned from childhood, due to the way our parents have taught us how to perceive threats.
A Cardinal sign, I have always wondered what it meant to be a cardinal.
The practice of astrology recognizes four cardinal signs of the zodiac: Aries, Cancer, Libra, and Capricorn — sometimes called reacting signs. It associates those people born "under" one of these with certain human behaviours and traits like being active, self-motivated, insightful and ambitious.
I think it translates to: Not putting up with bull-crap, not faking, not sucking up to anyone, not taking prisoners, not leaving anyone else standing, not leaving loose ends and definitely not born yesterday.
Having said that, have a very nice day!
Whisper it to the wind
I love you
whisper it to the winds
For all the hurt, all the pain,
all the anger, all the tears,
all your insecurities
And all your fears
I love you
A thousand blessing, may you heal.
Ten thousand blessings, I wish you whole again.
Enough blessings for you to go on.
Enough Love to light your way.
I love you
I free you
No more pain
Be at peace.
What you really want from a person will make a difference in the quality of communication between you and that person.
If communication is something of a mutual nature, then you are not in a game of the mind. The conversation will be quite amicable and mutually gratifying.
But, if it is a conversation in which one of you has an ulterior motive, then it will have a hollow feel to it, one-sided and actually quite aggravating.
Nobody has the time for the frivolity of mind games. If you seek a true friendship, then speak the truth from your heart.
|Blame isn't always the goal, especially when it is about trying to understand a situation. When people ask a question, it is not necessarily immediately you find fault. Even if it may sound that way, especially if it's about something you are responsible for. When I ask a question, I want to know the answer. My questions do not carry baggage with it that is designed to latch on to you or incite guilty emotions. They're not used for accusations.
When I am after you for blood, you will know. That's because I will not be asking any questions then.
Ghosts and the wreck of my memories.
Sounds like a horror story coming, isn't it? Well, it's not. It's real, not a real ghost because I am very much alive, but there is a possibility of several ghosts of me. They're living in the memories of other people. These ghosts are their sustained imaginary versions of me. Not at all accurate portrayals of me as I am, but probabilities of me based on the filters that they have from their experience of Life. Ghosts that can only be dispelled by truth and reality, and facts.
It'll be a mammoth task.
Are you a slave to labels and names? Are you trapped by the words you put on yourself or feel compelled to label others? Do you have to exist labelled to feel you belong? Do you have to have a label so that you can feel whole?
When you meet someone do you have to name them and label them for your world to feel right? Must you use this to have meaning in your everyday? It must rock your world to label someone "Fake" or "Loser".
Here's one wonderful word for you to learn and take to heart, KARMA!
|Why did I, seemingly out of nowhere, set about finding the flute that is for me? How many of you actually seek out what makes you happy?
Sometimes we are born with that something that makes us go out to seek that one something in our that makes us feel. That something that moves us, or makes our hearts flutter.
Well, ever since I could remember there is one sound that touch my heart with its depth and simplicity. That is the sound of the bamboo flute.
I have made that choice to seek out the song of my soul.
|So, here we are with the ghost of what we once were to each other. The memory you have of us and what I remember as my memory of your story. I end this chapter, we are so unevenly matched, that is the truth.
I don't grieve this passing, as it was long in coming. One elongated waning of a flimsy tale, I do regret that there's no more to write. No more to mourn for. No more to cherish.
Wasted time running after something that never was is the worst thing to feel. I rise, taking a deep breath.
feeling sad or distressed through sympathy with someone else's misfortune.
I have no qualms about saying this - if it would ease someone's pain. It is not necessarily what I may feel. Because the word is inadequate to really express a proper emotion.
If I am really regretful of something that's happened, caused by me, then I would apologise. But it would be "I apologise for (insert regret here)." It would not be "I'm sorry". Because "sorry" is just a word, it does not change the damage, the loss or undo the hurt. "Sorry" means nothing.
|There is a delight that I found more intoxicating than anything I've ever known. That is the beautiful euphoria of finding someone who really can understands my mind, someone who does not need me to filter things through their understanding.
And when we are talking it is like they have found a comfortable chair and cosy into to it and we are sharing a moment of coffee and talk.
That moment is clear and I would know that this person is someone who is a dear friend. This pleasure is really rare that when it does happen, I thoroughly enjoy.
| Contemplate the truth behind what you feel; is it truly there or is it something conjured up in your mind to entertain you? In all stories, there is your version, the other person's version and then there's the truth.
It is not hard to examine your thoughts. You just need to make the time and sit and think about it or write it out. That's why writing in a journal is quite a healthy practice.
But as things are, people would claim they haven't the time to sit and meditate on mentalisation about these things - until they truly fester.
|There is a silent line on the sand you don't cross. That line where you know that if you cross it then you can't turn back. No apologies or prayers can absolve. The line is called Trust.
A certain "Special" group of people who really have no idea that this trust is sacred, and they live in a world of their own, wherein they encroach upon that line until they cross it as an adrenaline rush. They know you are not allowed to murder them when they walk all over your trust so disrespectfully. They were thinking: "Love" means "Permission".
|Your beauty isn’t in how well you’ve aged. It’s not in how much money you make. It’s in your integrity as a human being. It’s in your soul. If you stood in front of me penniless but without guile and low cunning, you are beautiful in my eyes.
Beauty is in your personality when you’re not doing well and also when you’re well to do. How you treat people, without consideration of their status above or beneath your status speaks volumes about who you are as a human being.
I do see You!