“I wish everyone would discover its beauty, its power, and most importantly, its saving grace.
THE GOSPEL will always be enough. No more, no less.”
Category: coffee reads
little words thread into paragraphs, turned into realizations.
why i don’t want to write anymore
“I was lonely in thinking that this world can never be warm enough to understand you nor to ask you first before jumping into puddles of conclusions. “
i’m out of words
“Where focus can be accessed more like 2/10 everyday.”
yet, silence
I hope if she could not defend herself, GOD will.
it’s miserable and magical
“Only those who can understand what voidness means will be able to cross that understanding.”
“I saw my kindergarten teacher; it was more than nostalgia. “
messy phrases
Under the lampshade, she wrote about something she hardly knew about. Something that she is oblivious about. She stopped for a while and realized she was taking a new path of self-discovery, at the same time forgiving herself for yesterday’s guilt and worn-out fantasies she made. Yet now, she is writing about different things. She…
when you are heading to the mountain…
“So that’s it, heck, it was hard, but here we are.”
your batman’s belt
the thing is, you should know where you can stand your ground when uneasiness comes.
cold nights of december.
an unstable peace can be as destructive as any civil war. –Charles Duhigg (The Power of Habit ) crying, she lit up her small lampshade, took her notebook and wrote. she finally start to realized that she was so done with the idea that people are good. people aren’t good if they are tired, and…