I’ve always seen vulnerability as a weakness. People hurt and get hurt, it’s reality. And pain is not the best feeling for someone who can’t embrace their vulnerability. It’s easily and poorly understood as a form of being a weakness, isn’t it?
I’m in that moment again. Contemplating about what I’m doing with my life. It’s sad really. 2016 is closer to an end by the day; which means I’m getting another number add up to my age; where I know I wasted another year; and where I’ll again question what I did. I swear it’s a never-ending
I came across this 30-day writing challenge from Miss Moody Girl and thought, why not? I failed miserably over attempting to push through Daily Post‘s daily writing prompts. Which in my defense, is because the prompts are very general that I can’t think and decide what to relate to it. What lame excuse.
When I was 4 years old, I learned that dragging the cord of an iron while our maid was ironing clothes wasn’t a good idea. It fell on my leg and the triangular mark of the iron is still visible to date.
The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley,I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your
Craving might be a little too much of a word, but I do think about love and kind of miss it sometimes. I got used to being independent in many ways that I’m not even sure if I like the feeling, or just the idea of it.