THOUGHTS. FEELINGS. MEMORIES.
“We’re all a little broken, we’re all a little scarred.
We’re all a little twisted, jaded, chipped, and marred.
But I can love your broken pieces, I can love your shattered heart.
I can love the deepest parts that you keep hidden in the dark.
I can’t put you back together, for that’s not what you need.
But I can stay here with you and love you, piece by piece.”
You are lucky if you have met the person with the most colorful life.
They are the ones who were not afraid to live a life with risk, made bad choices, damaged, accepted defeat, and were not afraid to be real.
For them, happiness isn’t the result of getting what you want, but a blessing after you fathom that things aren’t always uncomplicated.
We can learn from this person who believes that life doesn’t always work out as we planned. Experience lead them to live the different shades of life
..and they were ok, so we can.
Life is not perfect. All of us realized this truth the moment we open our eyes and experience the imperfections we live in. For some, reality gives them endurance and others are still battling for their own cause.
I believed that no matter how much we chased to have a perfect life, still, in the end, will taste the different glitch that life has been offered, because the reality has never been easy and it never will be.
Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful, that I have learned after trying so hard. I realized that I can create a perfect moment in any way I can; from the places I have been gone, the laughter I shared with my family and friends, the pat on the back for a job well done or simply a tasteful coffee in the morning.
Everything is wonderful when we learn to appreciate what we have in the flash. It’s up to us how we are going to see the perfection of life in a period of its imperfections.
We know life is not that easy but the dark night does break forth into a new day and there, the world is waiting,it’s not the same day, so pretty sure, eventually it gets better.
A beer fills me awake for hours, causing me weak in my knees.
I can still sense my intellect but it keeps bragging in the midst.
I want to free myself, be ecstatic of all the substance I hate.
Delight my heart with resignation.
Be mindful without hesitations.
But only dead air rattles my imaginary taste.
What am I thinking? my thoughts asked what makes my soul haul this feeling?
While I’m sober, I can restrain my complaint,
but now with just a beer, it warns me strain.
I am dead tired, my whole body pains,
Not even a dozen of medicine could help it within.
Waking up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep again,
My soul is shouting, not needing to feel the pain.
Why it bothers me for all the things I cannot have?
Ever since I was young, I played this game a lot.
Why am I alone in my exhaustion?
Where are the people I called my own?
As I continuously think of silliness,
I couldn’t do anything, but to make this clear,
In this cruel, unbiased world, nothing seems will change,
Except the taste of this luscious fucking beer.
“It’s always been nice to have you near and to enjoy your company and your loyalty; it’s important to have the friendship and affection of someone with whom we can share our joys and sorrows, and discuss our problems without fear or reservations.
But, the best part of knowing someone like you is not to feel obliged to do something when we’re together, just like being able to watch TV without saying a word, not feeling bored or wanting to be by yourself; and I miss you when you’re far away, taking care of your life while I take care of mine.
To be a friend is to be able to enjoy the best things the other person has to offer, to recognize their faults, but to know they are bearable. On the other hand, to be a friend is to offer our virtues with all the generosity in the world and to live without masks or faces to hide our faults, habits or differences.
The meaning of friendship, something that surrounds us in such a natural way that we don’t even bother much to understand what it truly means. Maybe I can’t really express that meaning, but it’s good to know that there’s someone supporting us, even if sometimes they don’t fully agree with what we are thinking or doing and they don’t hesitate to show their point of view.
That’s what true friends are like because they know that a different opinion will not change a deep feeling of mutual and sincere trust.”
Cheers to all of us who have this kind of friendship!
No need to count the years of our friendship because we don’t need proof of how we love, appreciate, respect and care for each other.
That’s my mom and my paps. Today is their 39th wedding anniversary.
I would say that their marriage is not perfect at all. Just like the other couples, they have lived in the joyous moment and painful times. They don’t claim always that they are madly in love with other, but obviously, they can’t live without each other.
Their opposite character made them weary fitfully, but they have shown that unlimited sense of understanding and accepting each other are really necessary for any relationship.
Marriage with them is no fairytale. All my life I have witnessed them grow old together and closer with each passing year. They’ve been in a ride of turbulence and how they managed to land safely is such a blessings.
Sometimes, I still heard them complaining about each other, but never lost their sight to what they have promised 39 years ago, for better or worse.
Happy Anniversary to my wonderful Parents. Your togetherness in good and bad times has taught us teamwork. Your tolerance for each other’s habits has taught us patience. Your support during each other’s crises has taught us solidarity. Your lives as our parents have taught us how to live.
Lots of love.
Nothing happens in a week. I don’t mean it literally like there is lacking important events in my life. What I mean is, everything sorts of in total stasis.
There is this getting up early, and the showering, the taste of coffee and going to work. There is also after five, and the train to home, the dinner, the chatting, the bed to sleep and the rising in the next day.
This may sound a little bit repetitive, but I don’t mind at all. Who am I to complain my life when there are so many out there who are lacking what I have? It may look like n ordinary days, but I have learned to enjoy it. I always used to appreciate the normal progress of my life, and that I have concluded, though I am more becoming a dull person, I think it will be okay.
I will try to make the best of my life from what I have because it feels light, and it feels heavenly at times.
Happy Sunday to all!
Aoi and Riku are childhood friends attending the same college. For most of his life, Riku has secretly had access to a mysterious vinyl record, belonging to his uncle, which he uses to travel back in time to correct embarrassing events. When Aoi is killed in a traffic accident, Riku attempts to use the record to save her life.
Turning back the clock will appeal to anyone who has ever wished to do over something again, but this film highlighted that you cannot change what is destined for you.
Honestly, my eyes were bawling while watching this movie. I feel the profound love of our protagonist to save his girl’s life while she was pleading for him to let her go. The death of our loved ones must be our greatest fear and yet, life must go on for those who are left behind.
I like the film’s simplicity and direct message. The good memories that we’ve experienced and the taste of living our life to the fullest with someone we love is sometimes filled with bittersweet.
I recommend this movie for those who wants to have a good cry with the best music on the background.
Verdict: 09/10
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For the last couple of weeks, I have swallowed in astonishment of my own conflict between my reason and emotion. I simply thought I was living in the life where black and white clarity is well defined. I assumed that I can insist something from my limited perspective of what is really happening around.
I know it is uncomplicated to identify what is wrong and right, I was taught by that since I was born, but then I realized that we are all living in shades of gray. It’s not always black and white, right and wrong, good or bad, just like there were two sides to every story and the truth was probably somewhere in between the two.
I don’t want to perplex myself anymore thinking what it really is. It’s just like we are looking at the same thing but means something different. I want to believe that some part of this world fall on shades of gray because, in every situation, there is always something hard to explain, acceptance, though it is not that simple to do, it is one of the ways to pull yourself out from distortion of confusion.
If going back to the roads means I have to believe in circumstances, then I must be, because I want to live my life in black and white and lots of grays.
Come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even a little crazy some of the time.
I’m not a size 5 and don’t care to be.
You can be you and I can be me.
I try to stay strong when pain knocks me down.
And the times that I cry is when no one’s around.
To err is human or so that’s what they say.
Well, tell me who’s perfect anyway.
Poem by: © S Raine
"The world is filled with people who, no matter what you do, no matter what you try, will simply not like you. But the world is also filled with those who will love you fiercely. The ones who you love you; they are your People.
Don't waste your finite time and heart trying to convince the people who aren't your people that you have value. They will miss it completely. They won't buy what you are selling. Don't try to convince them to walk your path with you because you will only waste your time and your emotional good health. You are not for them and they are not for you. You are not their cup of tea and they are not yours.
Politely wave them along and you move away as well. Seek to share your path with those who recognize and appreciate your gifts, who you are.
Be who you are.
You are not everyone's cup of tea and that is OK."
I am overwhelmed by the unexpected openness from your letter. Though we never talked about it for a long time, I can imagine the courage you must have to put to let me know what is really going on inside of you, the things that I have never even pick a glimpse before. I couldn’t agree more that you are good at hiding everything. Sometimes, I confused you of being secretive or introvert. I thought if I started to be open to you, you would follow my lead, but then I was wrong. My beliefs lead me to sadness.
When we’re still together before, I was really confused and asking myself what was really going on between us. I believed that you should be a man to stand for a relationship, but then, you weren’t able to do it. The truth is, it doesn’t change me the way I believe in you from the first time we have met because I know you are still a good man, the good person I have known and a good friend to me when I needed you most . I have loved you for that.
I know what you are feeling before, your struggles of wanting to share something with me but left unspoken. At times, I really don’t comprehend what you are trying to tell, but still, I listened because I know that was all you need, someone who won’t judge you.
I firmly believe that there’s nothing wrong with you. You are still a person, that is you and nobody can change it. As long as you know who you are, it makes sense, there’s no problem about that. People can understand and accept you, but first, you must also do it for yourself, then everything will be fine. I want you to know, that I have accepted you of who you are, it might not enough for you to realize before, but it was the truth.
Old memories are good to be cherished. Whatever you have experienced in your younger years just make it sure it won’t affect your entire life. Make up for your mom, start telling her the lightest things happening to you and you will just notice you’ll become closer to her again. She’ll be happy more than anyone in this world.
This must be tough for you, but please try to reach out to others. You can do it. We will never be friends if you didn’t make known yourself to me, right? if someone will invite you out, go, have fun, never sit in your dark room, and please stop drinking pineapple juice when you are out with the boys, they might think you’re weird. Order a beer, eat peanuts and get drunk till your head hurts. (I’m pretty sure you never tried this one)
I hope you are no longer feeling the blues now. Maybe some days it will come again, but at least you learned to sort it out. If things still difficult for you, please send me a letter, again and again, write everything you need to express. Don’t bother about what will come to my reaction, you know me, I don’t give a damn. Just write and write until the keyboard will surrender. And please, don’t even think of dying again, I have already two friends died, I don’t want to mourn again.
Please do remember, that you are a good person, you never hurt anyone willfully, but please don’t hurt yourself too. You can still trust me, after all, we’ve been together for how many years as friends, more than friends, we broke up, still friends, went to our separate ways, we patch up and talked again. If you are not worthy and if you are not good enough, do you think we still have a conversation like this?
Smile and think of all the good things in life.
Take care,
Extroverted Friend
“A clear rejection is always better than a fake promise.”
“You’ve got to really be able to accept the rejection”
and
everything will be fine.
Judge yourself. That is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom. – Little Prince
It’s one of the best quotes I have ever read in the book of Little Prince. From that moment, I knew these words will serve as a guide. Every day, I faced with diverse people with different opinions, cultures, beliefs, and even religions. Because of this, I may tend to judge people as if I know them deeper.
With this quote, it helps me to remember to judge myself first with honestly before seeing the fault of others. We are not allowed to trample others existence, but to understand them and to be understood.
I am not perfect. I judged other people. I never liked some of them and sometimes pretending to like them. I am not certainly a woman of true wisdom, but I can learn, control and can follow what is right and not.
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