Man Is Capable Of Loving.

she got to realize time to time, that she was a granite. She was a person never seen anywhere on this planet at least not in the places she had been too.

Rebel against something today. Not to feel cheesy, but maybe , just maybe , it’ll be the beginning of something you.

And no, this isn’t motivation. This is a battle note.

Mate, I am not writing or creating or arting any shit. Mate, I am screaming, like some have screamed while smiling, and others have screamed in circles of friends who never heard them.

very hard indeed.

Possessions

He told them to trust more in

Heavenly possessions as earthly

Ones fade away, though it's hard.

Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.

Like in every other pursuit soccer, music, painting, writing or a degree in medicine some succeed while others plummet. Likewise loneliness follows suit some flourish in it others are demolished by it. even when they seem to revel in their solitude. @lifepath25

The mothers

only pray

to get

Lawyers

Doctors

Presidents

and

Engineers

then

the world

stares on,

finding it hard 

to give us all our daily havocs,

for the rest 

of our lives.

Some are whores

and 

gigolos 

so you

marry them at

your own

risk

that when you

find them

extramarital

you know that

this was it,

the destiny thing.

This imaginary dream,

it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.

However please, do not awake me.

Do not save me.

Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.

For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.

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And I felt it— the weight that kept me in bed, a heavy stone on my back.

My mom had paid hefty fees for private school, but even that couldn’t make me smile— or, to say it right, help me understand myself.

Worse, my dad loved me, but even with what others yearned for, I was no happier than them.

So, in my bed, I realized— I had to find myself, to accept myself, to love myself first, before the other loves could truly reach me.

And maybe then, I could pursue the happiness I wanted. As hard as it might be, the stars had assured me— it was a hopeful gamble, maybe.

In this Lent, a period of reflection, a time for self-understanding, a space for self-love. But most importantly, a moment to recognize that the Lord has been by our side and always will be, as long as we allow Him to be. For His will was never to impose Himself upon us, but for us to freely understand, and fall in love with His ways, His guidance, and His honest planning.