There is something about watching a person do something that they love. Those emotions you see being acted out in their giving. They say you can’t see the soul but I see yours. I see it when you’re happy, I see it in your gratitude and in your giving. That little glimpse keeps me wanting more…
My days aren’t filled with major breakthroughs and accomplishments. For example, today I did my daily devotion, yoga, went to the bank, came home; in between that time read a little and crossed off about 7 activities on my to do list of today. Now to me that is very big because all those activities are very important to me. To another person it may sound dull. I always come to a pause when the question of what did you do today comes up. Here is my preferred answer, “What did I do today? I was awaken with life and I spent the day being most grateful, humble and happy. What did you do today?”
Writing to connect to my soul
I honestly don’t know.
Working the graveyard shift
From 12 to 6
Uncommitted so I freestyle this shit.
A series of neurons send signals throughout my brain
Recalling what once was forgotten
In hopes of deciphering the untold truths of the mind.
Redefined but yet still flawed
Mighty but even the greatest has fall.
How do you make that desire for change remain?
I ask myself all the time.. I get super inspired and then it just fades away. Is it me? Do I not want it enough? Maybe I didn’t show enough effort? What is it that I’m not doing?
Nothing can be taken from you, as long as you provide for yourself.
I’ve learnt in this year how precious life is. How unloved so much of us are. I’m learning how to love myself. My flaws are what makes me special, one of a kind. Everyday I wake up knowing I am part of something great. Everyday I wake up, wanting to uncover more and more of that great puzzle.
But they are days when world gets to me. Days when I feel that my love isn’t big enough to swallow all the evil. Days when I feel inadequate. But as I cry, I realize that the world needs more people who are free, alive and full of life. Those who simply love because they are love.
Those kind of people expect nothing but give everything. I would like to be amongst those individuals.
If in this moment your life was to end, who would you regret not telling you loved them?