We would do well finding happiness right where we are than obsessing over where we’re going. Stop comparing with the best parts of someone else’s life.
A prose poem — We are travelers along this winding path of life. How we pack for our journeys determines the outcome.
We’re shaping the world through our conscious and unconscious thoughts. Whatever we’re experiencing is merely a confirmation of our thoughts.
Every hurdle you overcome will strengthen and prepare you to handle the next, so take heart. You’re exactly where you need to be.
When the noise disappears, life’s simplicity surfaces. That helps us regain focus and recharge our creative battery with new perspectives.
Enjoying life and appreciating the ordinary everyday moments means noticing the simple things that give joy and contribute to a meaningful life.
I hate to admit it but there is no magic button. Whenever I come up against a brick wall, it’s up to me to take action instead of playing the victim.
A prose poem — Raindrops aren’t afraid of falling, so why should I?
Wouldn’t life be better if we are lighter and freer, that we no longer have to sleepwalk through life and can finally wake up excited?
How is it that life can be so unpredictable? One day everything looks good and you’re soaring. Suddenly, without a warning, you’re flat on the ground.
I can say I love you very often, and what’s wrong with that if I truly mean it? But if it’s saying purely just out of habit, then what is the point.
A prose poem — He touched her soul long before she felt his hands on her skin.
A prose poem about determination to rebuild life after trauma and brokeness. Life won’t give up on us if we don’t give up on life.
Will you create if no one appreciates; if it didn’t make you money; if you knew you would fail? If the answer is yes, that is a sign of genuine passion.
A prose poem — to love is to hurt. We can’t have one without the other. A person who has not been hurt has not truly been in love.
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