One sentence motivation (10 of 1000).

Be grateful of the experiences you go through, they teach and shape you.

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July the 22nd -in which I celebrate my birthday.

And finally the day has come!
I’m pretty much not a fun maker and not that I terribly suck at it either
Just that I don’t know what to do
I’m very anxious about this really
Ageing scares me almost to death
I can’t tell why I’m realizing it now when its been happening all year long
Maybe it’s because the reality of a year hits harder
Pins the nails to the head
Slaps you badly
And ensures it settles in you

So today is my birthday 😄
I’m seated here just reflecting
And meditating
What’s been good, what’s been bad
What’s been a blessing, what’s been a curse
Who’s been my joy, who’s been my sorrow
What were my best and worst moments
My triumphant testimonies
My life lessons
What do I know now that I didn’t know then
What do I regret
In my 18years of life now just turning 19

Deep down
I don’t feel like the most successful person around
Who stuck to their word
Who saw their promises through
Who never let no one down
I see all those shortcomings
Sometimes I was obsessed with the wrong things
I admit
When I thought I was fighting for the greater good, I ended up fighting for the wrong teams
Unashamedly blamed it on others
It was always on them
Something that they did or didn’t do
I’d feel like I’m in the wrong league

So this is where I jump up and down with joy
Growing older carries along many blessings
I know better
I understand why
I choose who and with whom
I deeply think of where and when
I can figure out how
Can it get any better than that?
For a life that’s as treasured as this
A walking testimony
A receiver of everyday grace
A believer of God

A praying soul that this blessing of another year becomes even better
Not with all bunnies and rainbows
But with strength
With wisdom
Courage
Tolerance
Patience
Kindness and
Determination

KEEP CALM AND WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY 😂😂

DON’T JUST SAY IT, MEAN IT!

In this world of today, the word sorry has become trite and flippant. Often we say. But do we really mean it? From what depths does it come? Do we count each and every letter and feel how heavy they way?

Sometimes it may just come as an impulse. You stepped on someone’s foot? Oh sorry and you go on with your life. What if underneath that unpolished shoe was a wound that was on the verge of healing and by you stepping on it, it opens? Do you know how much pain the victim will be in? To undergo an ordeal all over again? So sad. What ifyou ruined someone’s pedicure that was so expensive and it actually took them some months to save up just so they could afford it?

5letters of the alphabet but once said can end world wars. Once said can mend broken hearts and uplift  weakened spirits. Once said can wipe away tears and bring back lost joy. So small but carries an enormous weight. Don’t just say it, mean it!

Muse with me.

The mind has an expandable way of imagining things that even I don’t understand. Just out of a very little, tiny, almost unrecognizable thing, great ideas emerge. Do you know what’s greater?! Uhm do you? Well it’s when these ideas pop up in the minds of the visionaries, trust me it goes further and wider than their wildest dreams. A small idea shared, just a phrase of extraordinarily organised words or maybe just an ordinary arrangement and bam! it’s everyone’s talk! It’s everyone’s song! Before we notice, it’s a global anthem!

I have a dream.
Yes we can!
Do these phrases ring a bell? That’s what I’m talking about!

So last night while studying, my roommate was pulling on a piece of thread that was hanging just above her head. I don’t think she was even paying attention to the long unending knot she was tying her fingers in. Her thoughts must have been adrift. Suddenly she called my name out in some sort of pain. She needed me to help her loosen her fingers which were already turning blue at the tips. In a rush to help her, I tripped on soapdish, found myself flying and somehow my body landed on her arm, cutting the thread into two. We’d freed her fingers alright but that’s not the part of the story I want you to get.
Thereafter in anger, she began pulling of the thread forcefully and didn’t even spare the other half that was still hanging above her head. I think she just wanted to make sure that incident never happens again. I was watching her, laughing, wondering why she’d be so mad at just a piece of thread which didn’t come harming her, but she who harmed herself with it. Just then something popped into my head. She was down here, trying to pull something that was up there. And I began thinking of the countless times I’ve heard an innumerable number of people say “trying to pull me down…”

You’ve heard of this phrase too, haven’t you? Right! So what is ordinary or extraordinary about it? Probably nothing. But something has to under or below to pull, if it were aboveĀ  it would press and if it were sideways it would push. Did you get the message I was trying to pass across? THOSE THAT TRY TO PULL YOU DOWN OR ARE PULLING YOU DOWN ARE UNDER OR BELOW YOU. But how much time and energy do we invest in those kinds of people? Trying to understand why they’re doing whatever they’re doing? To figure out their next move? Their accomplices? And such like stuff which is a complete waste of time. They’re under you! Simply, you’re higher than they are so keep climbing!

WHAT IS IT?

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life has a repetitious feel
A grandma walks by and tells you about their life
And all you know is that you can relate.
History passing down from generation to generation.
Rewriting;The only activity going on.

Life is clever.
It lets you create all the wonderful, amazing, thrilling experiences.
Then one day you wake up,
And its all gone.
Forever.
Then a large gasp ensues, they’re only gargantuan memories in small packages.
How subtle change can be!

Life is clumsy.
You see someone walking by and think they’re happy?
Everyone wears a face!
They all are pretentious.
You only see what they want you to see.
A few can read in between the lines.

Sometimes life is ubiquitous.
I mean,
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why do the dreams they hold so tight lose meaning?
Why does the future they hope for burn?
Why do they hurt so much while bad people sleep soundly at night?
Isn’t this tyranny?

Life can ennui,
The long but short journey could be tedious.
Sometimes it may cause heebie-jeebies,
The feeling of just not knowing what to expect
Can cause enough nervousness and anxiety.

I would give all these possibilities of what life can be
But still end up not knowing,
What life really is
Or who, is it?

Dreams could fly
Futures could be hoped for
Optimism practised
But life is the hector
It/they get to decide!