Haven't posted random rants lately, have I? Here goes....

"The thing you need to know about my Mommy. For starters, she has two legs."




She fell down while out on a walk and accidentally slipped on a slug. She suffered a twisted ankle. The slug didn't survive.





Saturday. Sunday. Monday.





Why would he want to get into those waters?




erm, I never actually had it, but...... thanks?





Dry clean, wear, clean. Not.




Cheaper by the dozen.




This is why I love.

Rememberance.

He who can give so generously, can take away just as easily.
Forget not what you came from. Give thanks,



Give.


Not just material gifts.
Not purely in alms.



But give.

Give what is difficult for you to give.



Love.

Respect.

Forgiveness.





You cannot control how people treat you, but you can control how you react to it.



Are you the better person, or will you succumb to the weaker actions?




Strive.


Fight.



And yet, remain pure...

In your heart, in your actions, in your thoughts.



Remember Wrath and how it consumed you.


But also remember that you overcame that.




Remember.

Love, but love unconditionally.

I was restless, thinking of how to give myself a good birthday celebration. What shall I gift myself for such a great year of struggle and hard work? What shall be suited to the milestones I have passed, the obstacles I have overcome, and the tears I have wiped away.

Today, I am reminded that not only I am in charge of my life.

From how I chose the dates, to the disdain I have had to a certain someone, to how I stood my ground, to the comments in passing I have made….

 

The stars aligned, some say.

God has graced you, say others.

Pure coincidence.

What fate had written.

 

Read it how you may, but for me, in my shoes, I can only be one….

 

….and that, is grateful.

Happy Birthday to me!

 

 

This time, next month, I will give myself a blast of a celebration. What am I celebrating? A year of change, of secrets, and secrets unraveled. A year of mishaps, tears, sweat, trials, and little victories. A year of acceptance. This time last year, I was starting something new. And this year I am again. May I have the strength, tenacity, and willpower to always face new challenges. “I am tougher than I look” I tell them; and indeed I am. And may I always be.

I am celebrating the dreams I have made come true: one little dream at a time. There are plenty more in my bucket list, plenty of effort needed to make them a reality. But if anyone can, then that person is me.

 

I am celebrating the friends I have gained, the relationships I have built, the people I have love, and even those that I have lost. I know I have learnt from them; and those lessons live on, and will always live on, within me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jealousy, who is immune to it?

That feeling of want towards that of others; who has not felt it? That burning sensation telling you "it should be mine!"; we've all felt it at some point or another.

I cannot deny that I am happy with what I have. And as much as you might claim that you would snub the same opportunity should it befell your feet, I will simply tell you it is pointless; it didn't, and will not. At least not in this near future. However, that shall remain in my pungent thoughts as it matters not. What I have achieved is a reflection of what I have done. How you react, is a reflection of your character.

In the end, I will still be me.

The heart behind it

What of those who fill church at mass?
The ones who have wronged and seek forgiveness.
The ones who disgruntledly go because mum says so.
The ones who go because it has been so every Sunday of their lives.
The one who sits at the back so that leaving will be easier.
The ones who post selfies (and don't forget to #hashtag)
Those who go to be together
Those who go to get that moment alone
Those who go because the neighbours will whisper if they don't
Those who go because it's nearby




They are all there, in that one place.
The question is, is it our place to judge the heart behind those bodies that are present?