“Trying to tear her down was your first mistake
because little do you know she wasn’t built to break.”
I thought that I could reach them.
The moments that I’d dreamed of. That’s why I walked confidently while holding onto some faith. I thought that if I didn’t give up and keep going, that if I’d given it my all, I’d see stars before me and that I’d finally accomplish my dream. I prayed every day as I only ever looked forward and ran and hoped that there would be a light at the end of this dark, dim tunnel. I was consumed by hope and ran, and ran.
Yes, I wanted to see that bright light. It really felt like it wouldn’t be much longer now and that it was within my reach. But why, why do I still feel like I’m in the same place and that I’m lacking?
In order to run again, I have to endure and get back up. But there are so many parts of reality that are so hard to bear, it feels like I’m being forced off my feet, onto the ground.
I’m trying my best to bear it because I don’t want to lose and this is a dream that I want to sacrifice everything in order to achieve. So why is it getting harder for me as I try harder? Why isn’t anyone acknowledging my earnest? Why am I being toyed with? I don’t ask for much, I just want this one thing.
But as more time passes, all I want to do is sit in defeat. Why should I have to accept the responsibilities that this world has created for me? Why should I have to endure all this pain? The world won’t leave me alone, and that isn’t my fault.
That’s what I’ve said, but all I’ve done was hide and run because I’m at a loss.
Lord Above, I beg you, hear my plea! And I hate that this is the only thing I can do.
The only thing I can do is tread on thorns with my bare feet but I close my eyes and say, “I pray for my dream.”
It’s a beautiful thing to experience when someone is genuinely said something which you really needed to hear.
Never forget to thank them for that.
“Don’t pull away from the rest of the world.
For those of you that are out there,
with no friends,
with no one to support you,
those who are being neglected.
You are never alone.
Somewhere on this earth,
there is ALWAYS someone who is there for you.
There is always someone that cares about you and feels your pain.
There is always someone that will understand your story.
Don’t be afraid to come out of your shell.
Don’t be afraid to interact with people.
Don’t be afraid to be who you are.”
“The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.”
After watching this movie, I wanted to avoid the tunnels if possible. I am over reacting, but just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I don’t want to be hopelessly trapped when a tunnel collapsed around me. I hope it will never happen to anyone.
What I like about this movie is that it showed the power of humanity over the fight for survival and the genuine determination to save someone’s life even though greediness and damn politics joggled along the way.
The movie has a simple premise, but it was executed flawlessly. It was well made with a sum amount of suspense and a formula of a little twist. The acting was decent, enough for you to focus on the character, and of course, the visual effects are impressive.
“Lee Jung-Soo drives home for his daughter’s birthday. While driving through a tunnel that crosses through a mountain, the unthinkable happens. The tunnel collapses. When Lee Jung-Soo regains consciousness, he finds himself trapped inside his car. The car itself is buried under thousands of tons of concrete and debris. All he has inside the car are his cellphone, two bottles of water and his daughter’s birthday cake.”
It was one of those moments when you pause and express gratefulness for unexpected blessings. It is not something that you can plan or decide. It just happens when it does and everything is as it should be at that moment. Unexpected blessings are such marvelous.
I am sharing this story from a friend. Her life seems busted all the time; quitting jobs, raising two children in a very costly country and trapped from a financial crisis. All she wanted to happen in her life is to be at ease, away from all those troubles and start a new life.
Then one day, unexpected blessings knock on her door. She got a job more than three times of her salary expectation with all the benefits that her family too can have. To her surprised, she could only say “yes” and uttered words of appreciation.
Nothing is impossible when you deeply seek good things to the Above, as He always aware of our needs. I have a deep realization of this unexpected blessing. We all seek for some miracles in our life right? so this time let’s have more patience to wait because God’s mercy is truly amazing!
“Hope for the Flowers is an inspiring allegory about the realization of one’s true destiny as told through the lives of caterpillars Stripe and Yellow, who struggle to “climb to the top” before understanding that they are meant to fly.“
I love this book. Quite simple, but beautifully written. The allegorical story gives us the message of how to become somebody while showing how to value life and relationship.
There are times when we believe that we couldn’t do anything more than what we have in our life, we stick to be sluggish and being hopeless about the situation. This book reminded me again to explore and discover myself beyond what I see and believe. We have to know our worth.
Yes, hope is still there. I can’t wait to fly!
I would admit I never had friends who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, most of them strive hard to have a better life. I have heard a lot of story from them; the struggle of their families, Parent’s separation, financial crisis and more.
Let me share with you my favorite story from my favorite friend, Joseph.
When Joseph father died from a heart attack, his mother made a huge effort of keeping their family unbroken. She became a single parent who needs to work double time just to sustain their needs; house rent, food, school expenses and for everyday living. Joseph’s father died without saving anything, but only memories and debt.
Joseph never forgets those hard days when they were kicked out several times from their home because they could no longer pay the rent, many days they don’t have the electricity and just eat their meals once or twice a day. They even lived in a squatter area where they never dream of; a small house with no furniture wherein your bedroom is your living room and dining too.
It was a rainy season while Joseph and his family shared their lunch together only with a bread and champorado (rice combined with cocoa powder) when they heard a knock from the door. Wondering who would it be, they immediately open it. They saw wet and fainted four people begging for food. Joseph looked at his mother, waiting if she would invite them in and share the food that wouldn’t be enough for seven people. He wanted them to push away, but he knows he couldn’t do it. He knows exactly how it feels when you were cast away at your lowest time.
His mother was the kindest person he ever looked up to. She lets them in and shared their meals. She gave the champorado to their visitors and they just eat the bread. Who would think it would be enough? Joseph and his sister never complained the act of kindness they have seen from their mother, there was a joy that you can be able to help despite of having not enough and the gratefulness when receiving kindness from others without expecting anything in return.
Does waiting give you hope? That someplace, something is waiting to be known, to be happening mysteriously? Or are you the one who thought that waiting is just a waste of time and a rust to your life?
You can choose to be a DUCK or an EAGLE.
If you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you’ll rarely disappoint yourself. Stop complaining.
Don’t be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.
Start becoming an eagle today. One small step every week, then next week and next, and you’ll realize eventually you are no longer a duck anymore, but soaring like an eagle.
Now, you just have to choose.
The Backyard Poet
Writer of adult inspirational books and the children's book series, "Dr. Peacock and Friends"
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