“I saw my kindergarten teacher; it was more than nostalgia. “
Category: coffee reads
little words thread into paragraphs, turned into realizations.
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…
silence
hello. I have been here on my notepad for quite some minutes now, and I don’t have any concrete idea what to write….is it because I don’t have something to say or I have so much to say I don’t know how to select a thought and begin? I also don’t know, but maybe, just…
Who would be there for you?
hello. I just want this article to be soft and easy to read, so I’m going to be writing this as short as possible and you know, that kind that seems this message is for you exclusively. First, I just want to say my thanks that you clicked that link over there and made effort…
you have to learn to let go
At least, this theory explains our feelings, and when feelings are explained, they start to make sense and make us feel a little bit better.
how to create your own world?
Words are people’s tools in describing an impact, both good and bad, and that is an amazing way of expressing ourselves in any circumstances. Oftentimes, we use our freedom of speech in a way other people’s freedom disappears. We say we just want to express something inside us, but fail to put concern on the…
how would I know if I love GOD?
just like the unfriendly road we went through going at the sea of clouds, it reminds me of a metaphor of the reality of the Christian life.