it’ll all be better in the morning
❝ Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
Perhaps I’m still a little rough around the edges but it’s perfectly okay. I’ll get there. This life is my wet stone.
❝ It’ll feel like loving a hurricane. So maybe, maybe you’re thinking that it’ll be easier if you just left. Maybe you’ll find a better one. Know this: if she asks you to stay, she will do it once. If you slam the door shut behind you she will shrug her shoulders, wrap herself in her own fight and wait for someone strong enough to love her.
❝ When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things.
❝ I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each
❝ Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
Malaysian artist Lim Zhi Wei adorns her watercolors entitled “ Flowergirls” with real flowers, to a stunning effect.
❝ Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
My heart is overwhelmed with joy. I am ever so grateful for your love, for all the blessings you abundantly shower upon me, for how you work in my life everyday and for the people you bless me with. I simply can’t contain this Papa God, I’m bursting with glee that I need to share it. Thank you for giving me the gift to see how beautiful your world is. I pray that you keep touching my lips that I may cheer my soul and friend, my ears so that I may constantly listen to you and understand the meaning of all my sacrifice. I pray that you touch my hand that I may also touch others in my own ways and somehow ease their pain and discomfort. Touch my heart that I may continue to love you even more in every pain and ache I feel. Touch my spirit Lord that I may always seek you in everything, in every way that I can always be one with you.
Thank you for always understanding when nobody else can.
it’s hard to explain but easy to feel.
it’s like my words cannot do justice to make sense of this experience.
whatever this is…
❝ Let each day be a scavenger hunt in which you must find at least one of these things: a sincere laugh, an act of kindness, a realization, or a lesson that leads you closer to your dreams.
You know what I want right now, a loving and caring hand, a friendly hand to make me feel everything will be okay. Someone to tell me that this is just a phase, that it’ll pass.
This is very rare.
It’s rare to have an embrace that feels like home
Kisses that can make you think of nothing else…