God loves a cheerful giver.
— Father Bhod from the company mass
pieces of Will
God loves a cheerful giver.
— Father Bhod from the company mass
It’s still cold from the morning ‘til now!
And my heart went a bit cold when I realized I’m not yet ready to buy this pair of shoes I saw in the mall. When it’s a dark brown shoe without any enclosure in my VERY RARE size, it’s most likely mine!
Hope I’ll get that soon eventhough I just got my old boots repaired in the same mall trip!
No one wants to be down. Each variety of my unfortunate experiences taught me so much of the many depths and breaths of sadness.
There are times when it’s too low that I feel like everything’s ready to end. Giving-up creeps in. From this situation, I sometimes choose to not give-up and rise from the bottom.
No one knows how long the stakes are always in this favorable state. And sometimes, again, as I get used to the bright side, after ending in good light, darkness starts.
Amidst the polarity, when I try to categorize my state however positive or negative it is, the present gets confusing when you can’t determine if you started or ended.
Yet I’m still here. After the many dialogues of struggle and success on my expense, the resilience is strong enough to tell me that, in a way, I am the cycle. That there’s nothing to be confused about this clear regular grind.
I just have to be always braver to define my starts and ends. Accept the conditions but, always, strive to alter those for the better.