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.
Do you love yourself enough to let go of what’s holding you back?
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?
Something good that you want to happen in the future, or a confident feeling about what will happen in the future.
Old English hopian “wish, expect, look forward (to something),”
Some suggest a connection with hop (v.) on the notion of “leaping in expectation”
The wise thing to do is often the difficult thing to do. Just know that by doing it, life gets easier in the long run.