Breaking down is somewhat good

One day, something happens, but you stand strong.

The next day, something happens, but you stand strong.

The next week something big happens but you stand so strong.

Two days later, something small happens, but you break down.

why is that?

Because this is just more than you can take.

Too much.

When you stood strong before, you were strong, but maybe you weren't 100% okay inside.

And with repetition, you were half not-okay.

Finally, you were not okay.

Is this completely bad?

NO

Breaking down releases your inner buried negative energy for a short period of time,

but when you are done breaking down, you are mostly okay again,

ready to be strong again!

How to deal with forks in the road?

You are driving down the highway,

but you see two roads. 

Which one is to be taken? You may ask.

Leftie or rightie?

Tough call.

Which should you choose?

A voice says: I wanna go right, but it seems risky.

Another voice says: The left one seems safe, but long and boring,

 and I don't think I even want to try it. It's not what I want. But maybe it is more practical, less risky.

Which one should you take?

Depending on the situation.

Depending on your needs.

Depending on YOU

Maybe you are adventurous, daring, always trying something different.

You don't care about your loss. The experience is just enough for you.

i.e. You like to take risks.

And maybe you are smart, always having a plan.

If something doesn't work, you always have a back-up plan.

You don't like losing.

What is on your mind with every decision you make: win.win.win.

You love being in control of whatever situation you are in.

i.e. You like to win.

When making decisions, there is no RIGHT decision and WRONG decision. There are different places, different time, different people, different methods AND different results. 

YOU are the one who decides what is RIGHT for YOU.

P.S. If things don't seem right at the beginning of the road, you can switch to the other one,

but don't wait until it's too late!

Don't forget

Don't forget to:

1. Tell the people around you how much they mean to you.

2. Find a hobby or two. Spend your time doing something you love.

3. Care about your future, but not obsess with worries.
4. Start a conversation with a child less than ten years old. You'll realize how simple life is.
5. Comment on this! :)

Through a child's eye

If I could see life through a child's eye,

I could tell effortlessly what is wrong and what is right.

I would believe in what is in front of me.

My life would be considerably easy.

Maybe I would be blind

to many things that are true.

But I know that I would be able to find

something better to do

to change the world we live in

and I don't think that I would give up or give in.

Bad day, good day

Some days just feel lonely.

You call every friend of yours,

but they're either out, or sleeping, or just not answering the phone.

The night just seem cold,

even though it's in the middle of the summer.

You search for a good book to read,

but the ones you find are either boring, or depressing,

or you just read it a hundred times before.

You turn on the TV,

the news are depressing,

the shows are boring,

the movies are either silly or violent.

Don't feel down yet.

Don't cry.

Look at what you have but can't see.

Tomorrow will definitely be a brighter, better day.

The next day:

you wake up with a smile on your face.

You just feel good, happy,

like you are ready for whatever happens to you that day.

You are not afraid of challenges.

Actually, you want to face challenges,

to feel strong.

Because if you succeed, you feel power.

And if you don't, you feel brave and you gain experience.

At the end of the day, you are smiling.

i.e.

For some reason,

bad days are usually followed by good days,

so that's a reason to keep smiling on a bad day! 

Savannah

Savannah stared out at the shiny moon of September with wet eyes. She looked down at the forest from the prison window. Tears streamed down her eyes while she focused her eyes on the dark slightly-cloudy sky. She closed her eyes as her life sections went by like a photo slideshow. It was all in her mind, perfectly, as if they were just the previous day. They said time healed everything, but not for Savannah. As time passes by, her pain grows bigger and bigger. It was like digging a hole and making it deeper and deeper until it swallows everything that could ever exist. They said details were always forgotten, but not for Savannah they were pinned to every corner of her brain. She could relive every moment anytime anywhere. It may seem good, but the feelings are re-felt and the stories are re-heard. Savannah wished every single day she could forget, but how could she? She was the daughter of Victor Lewis Ledgers. 

If only you knew Victor Lewis Ledgers. At his time, no one didn’t. He was the reason why parents couldn’t sleep at night and got them to check on their kids seventeen times an hour. It was him who tortured their hearts at any chance he could and any chance he couldn’t. He was the reason why children had the creepiest nightmares and grown-ups quitting their dearest jobs. 

Ledgers was the most evil person in the universe. He had mastered torturing living creatures and shattering hearts into a million pieces and taking every single piece of those and torturing it.

Savannah let go of a short loud scream. As she expected, it didn’t make her feel any better. Nothing could make her feel any better. She was doomed, she believed. She did this to herself, she thought. She was trying to be everything her father wasn’t expecting. She challenged him in every way she thought of. She never wanted to be predictable. 

But one day, Ledgers was on a mission. He needed an assistant so badly. Savannah was thrilled that she was shaking, but when her father said the striking words “you can’t”, Savannah was shattered, broken, hit from all directions. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel. She remembered every single moment her father didn’t believe in what she was sure she could do. She knew it was a now-or-never decision for her to be part of that mission. She knew she had to think more than twice about participating, for the mission was evil, non humanistic. Savannah had always been caught between the devil and angel inside of her. She had always been the kind of girl struggling between right and wrong. However, she knew this time was different; her father was supposed to complete his mission and leave for a long period of time. She would be living with the burning fire in her heart for more that she could bear. She was on it. She had to be, to prove to herself and most importantly to her father that she was something. 

Savannah knew she couldn’t spend too much time in thoughts. The mission was about to start in less than what she could prepare for.

Savannah shuddered as she remembered for what was going to happen next was more than her soul could stand.

The image is: the evil plan succeeds. Savannah is happy. Her father is close from being happy and almost proud. People hate them both. 

Yes it was everything she had been expecting and the feeling of triumph within Savannah was temporary and that was the end.

The scene is: Savannah wakes up and she is sitting within her cubicle in the office of communication services. 

The nightmare was real, but the prison, the forest and the evil father weren’t. They were all part of the virtual world of her mind. Her father was mean and partly evil, but not evil as in the manga comic books that her little brother bought all the time. Her father was the founder of  some “communication services” company and had sort of used people to succeed in this connection. Savannah was one of his two assistants. She considered herself and the other assistant evil for helping him. Savannah lived every moment of every day in torture. Would it ever stop; in real life or in the box of virtual world inside her head?!

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Missing

When I look around, it seems to me like there is something that is missing. What is it? I don't know, but that world I live in, is not complete. I look at the walls surrounding me. I feel like they are only a cover hiding something, something that they don't want me to see, like a treasure that should not be seen. As time goes by, I expect to see some change; some secrets to be told, the truth to be uncovered. Something deep down, way deep down, urges me to keep searching because there are things that need to be found and shouldn't be given up on.

I look at the ocean and notice how still the water is, but I know, for sure, that it's hiding worlds underneath that I can't see, just standing there and watching from the ship. If I really want to travel to that world underneath, I have to dive in and take a risk.

Sometimes, it seems that everything will be revealed at a certain age where you will be the know-it-all you always wanted to be, the image of your perfect future self would come to life. However, when you reach that age and you don't see some riddles being solved, disappointment takes place.

You have no choice but to keep on living your life and searching for what is missing because maybe, someday, things will be obvious, puzzles will be solved. Maybe they will, maybe they won't.

Don't let it go to your head

To that person on top of the hill or even the mountain,

don't let it go to your head;

you are more likely to fall than those who are still climbing,

or even trying.

yours truly,

writergirl

Some nice quotes

'Don’t hurry. Don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.' ~Walter Hagen

'Love your enemy. But don’t forget he is not your friend.' ~Paulo Coelho

'Be your own best friend. Never ever, put yourself down.' ~Paulo Coelho

'Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.' ~Albert Einstein

'If you would create something, you must be something.' ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

'It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, "Always do what you are afraid to do."' ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

'The best way out is always through.' ~Robert Frost

Creativity & I

When I was a kid, I never did things "the regular way". When tying my shoelaces, I never did the "standard shoelace knot" like everyone I knew. I tried to learn it, but instead, I went for the "bunny ears knot", without anyone teaching me. I just tried to look at it from different directions and finally figured it out. When studying, I never memorized facts like most of my classmates. I never quite figured out how to just memorize them, I always tried to understand them and learn them with other techniques. I remember how I used to write in a "wrong" position, which I learned later in life, to be called "the hook", since the palm looks like a hook in this position. I could list many things, but what I am trying to say is, I always felt odd. I used to think that it was wrong to be different, but now I know it is what we call "creativity".

Also, I loved creativity; in different ways, at different ages. At a very young age, I enjoying drawing, painting, coloring, designing cards, building stuff,...etc. At my older childhood, I loved writing in my diary, making up stories and even songs. Then, I think it all changed to writing short stories, articles, sketching and just discovering different types of art.

What I am trying to say is: I can't live without creativity.

So what is creativity anyway? well, according to my dictionary, it means:

the ability to produce new ideas or things using skill and imagination. 

I love creativity and I owe it a lot, since it is the reason why I survived a lot of things and discovered different sides of myself that I didn't even know existed. And today, I was wondering what the world would be like, if there wasn't any creativity, and here is what I came up with:

1. There wouldn't be books, movies, shows, paintings, sculptures or any kind of arts.
2. There wouldn't be TV, computer, mobile phones, or any digital device.
3. Not to mention, the absence of machines like washing machines, refrigerators, irons,...etc.
4. Societies know what "change" is. It would be the same throughout the centuries, consequently there wouldn't be "history".
5. Everything would be made up of facts. What a bore!
6. There wouldn't be any writings since writing itself, the shape of the words, the art of handwriting, are "creativity".
7. We would wear the same clothes, talk the same way, have the same occupation. We would just be a bunch of living robots, that are very similar to each other.

The list can go on and on, but I wish to stop here.

I personally think that creativity shouldn't be about creating a masterpiece, but it should be about to produce something that expresses your personality, your thoughts, your dreams.

Now, I think we all owe creativity big times because we wouldn't be living in that world of ours today if it weren't for creativity.

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Who Said Age Is Nothing but a Number?

As you age, you grow
you travel
you search
you discover
you try
you fail
you retry
you get there
you leave
you change
you meet new people
you feel safe
you get betrayed
you learn
you become stronger
you find a challenge
you fall
you rise again
you laugh
you cry
you break down
you find the silver lining
you lose your way
you find some old friends
you remember the good memories
you find a reason to live
you succeed
you want to live forever
but then again, you realize "who does?!" and you know that because of your experience as you age. So how great is growing up!

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