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LifeWalking down this stray path, no one seemed to follow.
I asked myself, "Can I change?"
The cold wind blew as I struggled for an aswer.
But I already knew what it was.
Never being satisfied, wanting to become more.
Is there a limit to our greed?
Never having time to appreciate the good things.
Pursuing the future, no time to look back!
Hey,to all my friends, the few that have been there.
"What do you think of me?" Is the question to you.
I wanted to know the answers, but the truth was...
I was afraid.
Dash out to the world, holding that charm tightly.
The whole world may be against you, but fight on!
What's stopping you, the world is yours to take on.
Show them all what you can do!
Because at the end of the road, what awaits you is a mystery.
Life is like that, a game of risks, a game of give and take.
What is it that you wouldn't want to risk?
What is it that you want the most?
What is it that you would like to give?
I've been asking myself that for all this while...
I think I know whe
On a lonely night.As I walk down this walkway of shattered hopes the raindrops slowly drowning me.
I think to myself, "Life isn't that bad." Even though it sounds like a lie.
Sometimes everything just doesn't link up but I move on anyways.
Wondering to myself "Is this luck? Or has God decided to play with me?"
Slowly the rain flows down my face as I join in. Basking in sorrow.
And as I look up to the sky. My thoughts getting louder.
"Is life really worth living? Please show me."
This cloudy, violet sky...A perfect time to think,isn't it? Troubled by daily thoughts. I can't escape from them. Could someone just take me away? Into a world far without troubles.
As if that exists. Can anyone bring me there? To that haven I so long of.
As I walk under this violet sky...My mind represented by the clouds in the air.
Thinking about the times spent happy. I'd love those times back.
Why does our life have to be filled with tears and sorrows?
I wish we can go back to the old times.
As the bright s
I love you.There are many ways to show affection for your loved one.Holding hands, hugging, kissing, saying "I love you", protecting, defending, supporting, caring.
There really are many ways to show affection, some show it in a more subtle way, some in a extravagant way. But will our act of affection be received?
Will she know that I love her as much as I say I do? Or are these acts of affection just a daily thing? Have we gotten used to this acts of affection?
Are they as important as they were in the past? But does it matter? She may not receive the full amount of it...but will holding hands help the message?
Does "I love you" have as much meaning as it did? Is hugging just another act of friendliness?
Sometimes we end up hurting the one we were trying to protect. Sometimes our ways of showing affection ends up the wrong way. Sometimes we try too hard.
Sometimes we're too protective. Sometimes we're being unreasonable. Sometimes we defend even if it's the wrong thing to do. Sometimes...a hug c
For ShivvySweet and charming, energetic and kind, fun and caring, loving and beautiful.
Her presense, that of an Angel. Her voice, a guiding light.
In everything she does she would try her best. Never giving up and hardworking.
Virtue above all else, supportive to the end. Understanding and forgiving.
Vivid and outstanding, she is exceptional in every way.
Youthful for eternity, Neither her grace or her charm will ever fade.
RainIs god crying again? The tears fall down on us... like a rain of sadness, that's what it is, right? Sadness...
How beautiful this is... as the thousands of drops of tears fall on my face, drenching me, drowning me.
Should I add to the tears as well? I'm sure no one would notice... As they drip on my face, roll down my cheek...
Down to my chin... and onto the floor. Isn't this wonderful? This natural miracle that we received.
How nostalgic... like the many nights I've spent looking out the window to see the world crying. I'd think about everything...
Wash it all away... that's what I want... I'll wash it all away with my own rain. Would this moment be best spent alone? Or with a "someone"?
How big the world is, isn't it? And yet the rain wets it all... How lonely... Or not? Stand in the rain... You'll understand...
Close your eyes and stand in the rain... But make sure you don't get carried away. Let everything slide off your face, like the tears would.
What next, you ask? A ray of ligh
MirrorsWhat do you see, when you look in the mirror? Yourself, or a reflection of yourself. Embrace the image you see for it's what you want to see.
What do others think of you? When you reflect in their eyes...Would it be what you expect? Or just one of the many reflections of yourself.
Mirrors...It's a tool for self-assurance I'd say. We all spend some time looking at ourselves in the mirror...only because it's the only way we can.
With a mirror we can shape ourselves...all for the benefit of the illusion we want. So why do we do it? We fall prey to this reflection of ourself...
Break this mirror that holds us back, it doesn't matter how the world views you...being yourself is the utmost important...so I say
But I know that that's impossible...even for me, we're fragile...one comment is all it takes, it can make the difference...
The appearance in which we put up for ourself and the world to see...it is something that everyone has...we care too much about it.
Break this mirror that holds us
Nature.We've overcomplicated life. We've compromised the natural order of things, and what's more we've gotten complacent. Theres a flow to it all, a set of rules nature follows, that works…it work's without us meddling. Our mind's may be our biggest adversary, it feeds our ego, our ego feed's our thoughts, our thoughts feed our actions, and we act like we're superior to nature, when in actuality we are also, nature. We try and figure things out, we conclude answer's that we accept undoubtedly as truth, and this from the people who once thought with all sincerity that the world was flat––it's true until it isn't, that's how it works; which means that there's a heavy chance all we believe to be true, might not be. Why the need to know all, why the need for superiority and detachment from every other living species (over 8 million species, not the amount of them, just the amount of groups of entities we've managed to track, take in mind the ocean is pretty much a big question
Alexander the FakeEver heard of Alexander the Great?
Do you believe he is real, that he existed and did all things we have been told he did? Of course you do. It is in our history books, so it must've really happened.
Alexander the Great ruled in the 300's BC. We know a great deal about him based on written documents giving us historical accounts of his life and deeds. Did you know though, that the only surviving documents of these historical accounts were written 300 or more years after Alexander the Great lived? Yet we trust these documents and the older sources they cite, even though we do not have those older sources available to confirm what is written.
Now what about Jesus? I know many people who do not believe He existed. Yet we have historical documents, both those of the Bible and those unrelated to the Bible that give us accounts of Jesus.
The Biblical documents were written as early as 30 years after the death of Jesus! And non-Bi
Holocaust Reflection : Reflection on UsVisiting the Holocaust Museum is a difficult subject, especially in Israel. Unlike many museums which are houses of a people's history and triumph, this museum is a walk through a people's history and suffering. The Holocaust stands as a mark of identity for modern-day Jews just as World War II stands as a mark of identity for most Westerners of the past three generations (born 1910-1995).
We are now moving into the third and fourth generations past the Holocaust and WWII, where things such as “Nazi” and “Communist” and people such as Hitler and Stalin have become more of a byword than a warning for future generations. Many people are all too likely to associate government actions with the Nazi party and many people are just as ready to roll their eyes.
When visiting Yad Vashem (the site of the Museum) I entered with a reverent and somber silence, in my mind befitting such a chapter of our human history. I found it odd, then, to find teenagers in there laughing,
Who Am I?Nobody, to be straightforward.
Like the common individual, living my life, scuttering along this earth like an ant. But, an ant with a destination in mind. A somewhat unclear path that I tread on, with an occasional fallen tree, a fog so dense that I become disoriented, a storm so lasting that I mistake a tear for a rain drop. But I know these unfortunate obstructions degrade eventually. Over time, the withering timber will accumulate new life on it's decaying surface. The white mist will evaporate, and the path will once again be clear. The storm will pass, and the sunlight will shine beyond the clouds. No matter if I have a mountain in my path, nothing will stop me. It could take days, weeks, maybe months to climb such a height, but time is not a factor. I am as patient as I am also strong. Soon, this path will come to an end. I will reach the sands, the crash of the surf will exhaust itself on the shores, and return to the foam-laced sea. An endless cycle. Do I r
Raw hopeThis is raw hope. This isn't structure, this isn't style. This is "universe looking itself through new eyes" - through eyes that are trying to solve a problem, to learn a lessson. This is pure hope, this is believing in future, beliveing that this has a purpose.
This is something that I would delete, throw away, regret. I've written a few; now deleted. I've told myself that I won't delete it. I have deleted them. This is life, this is an attempt to jump into the flow, and in the end think that it was a pretty good ride. This is a permission slip. This is an untamed dream. Of a possiblity.
Not a dream of writing, but possibly. This is a message that says: i'm somewhere. I exist. I want to make you aware of it, I want to see, to feel, to create. I want to be the universe looking itself through new eyes and think to itself that it's okay. That it's allowed. This message is a open-handed invitation to life, hope and dreams.
I have a lot of personalities. I would like to write about them. I
No More PrejudiceA 2010 survey by Newsweek contained some startling statistics: 57 percent of hiring managers believe an unattractive (but qualified) job candidate would have a harder time getting hired; 84 percent of managers said their bosses would hesitate before hiring a qualified older candidate; 64 percent of hiring managers said they believe companies should be allowed to hire people based on appearance. All are clear examples of unacceptable prejudice.
Prejudice is not new. It had crept into the early church, and James confronted it head-on. With prophetic grit and a pastor's heart, he wrote: "My brethen, do not hold the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with partiality." (James 2:1). James gave an example of this type of prejudice-favoring the rich and ignoring the poor. This was inconsistent with holding faith Jesus without partiality, betrayed the grace of God, violated the law of love, and was sinful. The answer to partiality is following the example of Jesus: loving your n
Nightmare.Hey..I had a nightmare yesterday, wanna hear about it? Hmm...I'll tell you eitherways.
Don't laugh, or cry! It may seem a bit childish, but I don't care.
There was a light...a very faint light, signaling for me to follow, it seemed urgent...
I didn't know where I was, it was pitch black,except for the light...I was scared.
I followed the light, as we moved it seemed to grow brighter, slowly and slowly...I could see
my surroundings! What a weird colour it was, but the setting was of a park, with trees and everything.
I kept on following the light, and soon after...I saw something, I started crying, I didn't want it to happen...
...I saw you......fading away, slowly..out of my grasp.
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