Learning how to love myself

Many years passed. Things changed a lot. She had always wanted life to be fair. But there she sits alone in a room far away from them, wondering of how it could have been if she had a chance to undo what was unnecessary. Many tears had ht the ground, longing for and reminiscing the old memories. 

There used to be a place called home in which her and the little ones’ dreams and happiness surround. But the man and the woman went separate ways. She did not understand. They did not understand. Her father used to surprise them after a year from work. Still they seemed to have been rather happy then. It was not so hard a long time ago.

They were all grown up. She met a guy she thought different from anyone else. He had a disabled right hand. He was very optimistic and has lived life normally. They became good friends and they went out very often. It was never her intention to fall in love with him. Who would have thought? They would call each other names—daddy and baby. One day the guy asked for her hand on his knees in a place where many used to know it as “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” She said yes and felt happy to the top of her lungs. Never did she know, the guy was seeing another pretty lass. She had her hopes high and expected too much. She found the kind of love she had been looking for. She felt “belongingNESS.” But all of these things had to come to an end when she knew about two other girls in their relationship. She crashed and fell apart. From then on, the girl they used to call perfectly simple and with vows not anyone can have, faded away. She turned in to someone else. She learned how to play life and tried all the things she never had before. She misunderstood love and thought of it as a destruction. All her other relationships followed very unfortunate. 

Destiny made a sudden twist. After many years of not seeing each other, she was surprised to see her relative. He was to her even when they were little. They had a history. Both sides of the family had a bit of idea about them. Surrounded by other people, they pretended that they were not in love. Inside her, she knows that it was wrong for her to feel that way. She did not know what was right or wrong anymore. She thought that it was a crazy idea that he was made perfectly for her. After some time, he left without a word. She was clueless and scared.

At the time she got hurt first, she was introduced to the world of how-life-is suburbia. By then, her point of view, even her look had gotten ” a little more exotic.” She would be asked with many questions and it did not really made her nervous, but she was aware that there was probably an answer that would make them feel better. Things got got kind of a little obvious and questions would pop out of the blue but she did not have the intestinal fortitude to do that, not ever. She tried to forget everything, but it was a total cop-out. It was just that she could see how the wind blew. If that is how people viewed her and accepted her, then it was just much easier.

When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache.
When you open it, he collapses.
When he sees you reading it, he faint,
When he sees you living it, he flees.
And just when you’re about to re-post this, he will try & discourage you.
I just defeated him. Like,Copy & Paste if ur in God’s Arm.

Life Without Limbs

Right after I saw Nick Vujicic’s video. It strengthened my spirit and I stood back from where im covered with frustrations. I knew from that day on, God has been calling me to come to Him, to stand and rise again. There is hope all along. I think its time for me to roll my sleeves up and do what God wants me to do— do good for others, for everyone, His way. Something has changed in me. I realized that Im very fortunate coz God is IN me, with me.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

there are many inanemate objects i could like. but i cant think of one :D