Mornings

It is 11:04 am, not exactly a great time to be waking up. But oh well, it’s still morning. I know very well that in the next fifty five minutes it’s going to be afternoon.

Lately, every morning I get up the first I do is decide. Decide what I want? What is it that I want from life today? Misery? Or blissfulness? What will I be choosing today? Obviously I pick blissfulness. That is what any sane person in this world would do. But can it be so that just by choosing blissfulness, I am happy throughout the day? You might say that its not at all possible. But I beg to differ. Just remember, one small positive thought in the morning can make a positive difference to the way you live today. All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, is exactly what we become. 

Start every morning with a grateful heart. Let all your pain, tiredness, and sorrow be washed away. Think for a moment and praise God for everything he has done for you. God will enlighten your mind with truth, inflame your heart with love, inspire your will with courage, enrich your life with service. He will pardon what you have been, sanctify what you are. He will order what you shall be. God will always be there beside you. All you need to do is believe and he will show you the way. He will be your guide. 

Good morning!

Pages of her Diary

"The worst type of crying is the silent one. The one when everyone is asleep. The one where you feel it in your throat and your eyes become blurry from the tears. The one where you just want to scream. The one where you have to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet. The one where you just cannot breathe anymore.
What brings tears to my eyes? Just words. The wrong kind of words, which feel like knives, swords and weapons used against me. Words are like tsunamis, but people splash them around like puddles. You should learn that just by saying the wrong things, you can end someone's life. Do you really want to be a murderer? I have heard of my imperfections, I know of them, I am aware of them, but thank you so much for pointing them out to me and reminding me of them yet again. You ask me why its so hard for me to trust people? I ask you one simple question, "Why is so hard for you to keep a promise?"

Everything seems to be so exhausting, no matter how much I sleep, or much I coffee I drink, or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
You have to understand that my feelings will get bottled up and I won't be able to hold them in any longer, I will scream, I will cry.

I just need a break."