There are moments in my life when a piece of music just lifts me up and carries me away. And I feel like I am standing on top of the world, inhaling all the beauty surrounding me.
It starts slow and it builds up and it takes me higher and higher until I feel I can’t breathe. And then it slows, catching me gently like a falling leaf. And I fly like a child’s kite in the summer breeze.
Just like that, I can breathe again. And life is beautiful. It always is. We just forget to look around.
Phenomenal! Couldn’t agree more with every singe word!!!
Because all women have walked to their car in the dark, keys clutched tight in hand, one poking out between two fingers.
Because when I go out to bars or clubs, I have to think about whether what I’m wearing is too suggestive, instead of putting on whatever I please.
Because I feel the need to apologize when I’m not wearing makeup or my hair hasn’t been washed, or when I’m generally looking anything other than flawless.
Because there was nothing I could do about the man who touched me inappropriately in the middle of Gillette Stadium as I waited for my then-boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STADIUM.
Because there was also nothing I could do when a man touched me inappropriately in the middle of a crowded street, his arm around his girlfriend. Because retaliating in the way I wanted to…
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The Daily Post prompt Reason to Believe.
To gather strength and keep going on, no matter what comes your way…
To survive against all odds…
To find a reason to believe in this world of destruction and decay…
It is hard, yet surprisingly simple…Look around, and you will find beauty…In a fragile flower blossoming through the cracks on the pavement…In a song of a bird perched on the branch of the solitary tree in the parking lot…In a child’s laughter echoing through the empty playground…In a kind gesture of a stranger…In a hug from a friend…In a kiss from a loved on.
Where there is life, there is beauty. Where there is life, there is a reason to believe.
Roaming the ends of the world
Trying to fill these holes
Seeking solace well deserved
Our tired wayward souls
Looking in the mirror
Not sure what we’ll find
Faces we no longer recognize
Hands desperately entwined
In a blink of an eye
The world around us disappeared
Land and sky turned dark
All was lost as we feared
Forests and mountains crumbled to dust
Oceans vanished without a trace
All that once thrived brought on its knees
All that mattered lost its beauty and grace
Like fools we were watching
Our lives reaching a point of no return
Breaking all that stood in our way
Knowing some lessons we will never learn
Spent our time trying to survive
When in the end only one thing is true
All that I am saying
In the end it’s me and you
The Daily Post prompt I Can’t Stay Mad at You.
As I sit here and watch people walking by, it seems to me some of us spend our lives riding on the never-ending roller coaster of anger and regret. Like ballroom dancers, we move in circles…over and over again.
If we could turn back the hands of time, would we make the same mistakes? Could we choose a different path? Or should we leave it all behind? Our lives and our choices, every turn we take, opens up a new direction, a new adventure waiting on the horizon. We are bound to each other, from our past to our future.
Where to go when you reach a point of no return? Where to turn when in need of a helping hand? Why do we try to climb walls and forget to knock at the doors? Why do we choke on regrets, when all we have to do is forgive? It is a heavy burden to carry around, trying to remember every single wrong thing we encountered along the way.
They say only fools forgive and forget. I say, only a free soul can do that. If we forgive, that doesn’t make us weak. If we forget, that doesn’t make us fools. We learn life lessons and we move on. And if we are wronged again by someone new, which is bound to happen, it is not because we are fools, but because we didn’t lose our hope for goodness and kindness.
And if that is the price of my humanity, I wholeheartedly accept it. There is too much beauty in this world, to waste the time that is given to us.
The Mission / How Great Thou Art – ThePianoGuys
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One day I finally decided to start my own blog. Two months and 200 likes later, thank you all for inspiring me to continue on this little adventure. I don’t know if I am doing it right, or if I am making same mistakes as many made before me. We always wonder if people notice what we do, if someone out there recognises our efforts in pursuing our dreams, no matter how small they seem to be. Every step we take, whether it is in a right or wrong direction, lifts small amount of weight off our shoulders, breaks one more chain in our shackles. The best gift you can give yourself is to be happy, to stop asking what will make other people happy, to look into the mirror and like what you see. Because, your own happiness and fulfilment will spread like ripples on the surface of the lake, washing over everyone in your path, giving them the strenght and courage to break their own shackles.
Keep dreaming, keep reaching, keep living.
Woke up today, forgetting you were not here.
Instead of your voice, silence enwrapped my troubled soul.
Is this just a dream, I ask myself, walking through these rooms that still hold your scent.
Maybe I have said something that was wrong, wish I could make it better, wish I could turn the lights on.
If only I could let you know that after all this time, only good memories survive.
And although sometimes the shadow falls upon my soul and I forget how to breathe, I still keep my smile for you.
Miss you, Mom…♥
Most of us live our lives trying to survive and making the most of it. Sometimes we hit the wall and it takes some time to find a way over or around it… but we make it. Despite all the walls, rocks, muddy ponds on our road…Why?… Because we want to live…So we can walk another mile, see another sunrise, take another picture, hug our family, share laughs with our friends, meet new people…breathe.
We say “I’ll do that tomorrow” and then wake up one day to realize that tomorrow became yesterday without us even noticing it.
We are not all destined for greatness…or what we think greatness is…our jobs sometimes drive us crazy, our parents, kids, lovers, friends sometimes drive us crazy, we sometimes drive ourselves crazy…but that’s ok….otherwise, how could we appreciate the quiet moments?
The world may remember us for our inventions, paintings, poems or any other outstanding achievement…But it is how those close to us remember us in the end…were we kind enough, brave or smart…were we good friends, silent heroes when those we love most needed us…were we rocks for our family, safe harbor for lost souls….and most importantly, did we live our lives to the fullest, braving the storms with the smile and the twinkle in our eyes…