Life can be full of surprises. It can be full of disappointments and broken promises. But would you want to give up?
No matter how hard the destination you are trying to reach is, there is always a path to follow.
That path may be blocked by fallen trees, but what is it you do? You climb over it!
And Just as sure as the days will turn into nights, the good times will always have bad times to follow.
Life is based around opposites. And without the opposites we wouldn't have challenges.
And so if you feel that life is tough, then just remember that good times are just around the corner.
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Saturday, 2 October 2010
Listen to your heart
Who has the right to tell you what you can or can't do?
Where does your heart lie?
What is your passion?
Whatever it is you intend to do in life then follow it.
If you wake up in the morning and the first thing you think of is the passion and desire to do that certain something. And you go to bed with the dreams of the same passion drowning you. Then you have a journey to a destination that was meant for you.
Don't just settle for something because you are too scared to gamble. Take that gamble, and if you fail, continue until you succeed.
Time is short. Time passes by so quick, and before you know it you're tucked up on a chair with a blanket, your hands hugging onto your hot coco, and your feet snug in your slippers.
The fire opposite burns, and you gaze into the flames wishing you had the courage to at least try. Try and fail, and you grow old with no regrets. But ignore what's inside your heart, your desires, you will surly perish with a darkness in your soul.
We all have a journey, and although not mapped out for us, we need to follow the start of that journey, and that is the passion. Only then will we know where to turn and follow the right path.
What are you waiting for?
Where does your heart lie?
What is your passion?
Whatever it is you intend to do in life then follow it.
If you wake up in the morning and the first thing you think of is the passion and desire to do that certain something. And you go to bed with the dreams of the same passion drowning you. Then you have a journey to a destination that was meant for you.
Don't just settle for something because you are too scared to gamble. Take that gamble, and if you fail, continue until you succeed.
Time is short. Time passes by so quick, and before you know it you're tucked up on a chair with a blanket, your hands hugging onto your hot coco, and your feet snug in your slippers.
The fire opposite burns, and you gaze into the flames wishing you had the courage to at least try. Try and fail, and you grow old with no regrets. But ignore what's inside your heart, your desires, you will surly perish with a darkness in your soul.
We all have a journey, and although not mapped out for us, we need to follow the start of that journey, and that is the passion. Only then will we know where to turn and follow the right path.
What are you waiting for?
Continue to write
Hi, it's been a long time since I have written anything on my blog, but I intend to start to write regularly again.
Finding time to write can be difficult, but I intend to fit much more time into my blogging aswell as my fiction I write.
Thanks for following me, and hope to begin writing soon :)
Finding time to write can be difficult, but I intend to fit much more time into my blogging aswell as my fiction I write.
Thanks for following me, and hope to begin writing soon :)
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Darkness
The emptiness within my soul beckons the darkness upon me. My whole world is empty. My heart in pain. And my body numb from the disheartening dreams that once projected a glimmer of light and hope. The demon watching over me dominates my world. My dreams within it's grasp and my voice projects its words - persecuting and ripping my soul from the destination I wish to reach.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
The last beat of the Heart
With every beat of my heart I know im alive. With every breath I take, I know I am free. But when we are born into this world we never think about that last breath, or the last beat of our heart.
We are born with a heart for a reason. It's not just to pump our blood around our body, it's for us to love. We mustn't let our last beat die without finding love, or our last breath fade without sharing it with that one special person.
What is the reason to breath if we live in vain?
Each and every breath we take should be for a reason, and once you find that reason, and only then, will you be happy to feel the last beat and take that last breath.
We are born with a heart for a reason. It's not just to pump our blood around our body, it's for us to love. We mustn't let our last beat die without finding love, or our last breath fade without sharing it with that one special person.
What is the reason to breath if we live in vain?
Each and every breath we take should be for a reason, and once you find that reason, and only then, will you be happy to feel the last beat and take that last breath.
Monday, 23 March 2009
Doves
The bottle of red wine clanged the chrystal glass as the wine sloshed from the spout. A long and hard day at work burned any life left inside me, my energy like a candle dying through time.
I reclined back in my chair with my lips folding over the rim of the glass. The wine warm and sharp, re-lighting the flame within me.
The remote within my hand aimed for the stereo; releasing a love song that sprung to my ears. A large bed of wild flowers within green pastures called to me as I imagined my body cushioned within such beauty. The sky, clear but alive with energy as the sun fired life within the openness, which displayed a beauty of its own.
The soft firy glow attracted many wild birds to soar and dance free, but it was two doves that attracted me.
The love birds displayed a dance within the sky, the affection highlighted by the closness they projected through their play, gracefull, caring and protective.
The beauty of nature is like music to my ears - like the doves - there is someone for everyone, and when you find them you never let them go.
I reclined back in my chair with my lips folding over the rim of the glass. The wine warm and sharp, re-lighting the flame within me.
The remote within my hand aimed for the stereo; releasing a love song that sprung to my ears. A large bed of wild flowers within green pastures called to me as I imagined my body cushioned within such beauty. The sky, clear but alive with energy as the sun fired life within the openness, which displayed a beauty of its own.
The soft firy glow attracted many wild birds to soar and dance free, but it was two doves that attracted me.
The love birds displayed a dance within the sky, the affection highlighted by the closness they projected through their play, gracefull, caring and protective.
The beauty of nature is like music to my ears - like the doves - there is someone for everyone, and when you find them you never let them go.
The Bitter Rose
Summers day blooms the most beautiful flowers - both colours and scents. A blanket of wild flowers, bordered by evergreen trees, attracts lovers to delve within their cushioned aroma.
The golden glow within the purest blue sky beats down upon those who wish to appreciate the natural beauty.
A visit to the beauty spot - a handful of flowers picked - destined to be given to a wife, mother or lover.
Tulips, bluebells, orchids, for-get-me-nots,buttercups, daises and a single Red Rose bedded between the mulitiple colours.
A gentle touch falls upon the single rose. His finger tips stroking at the soft petals before strolling down the stem and then...
SNAPP!
The single red rose is taken. For who? His wife? His Mother? Or his lover?
He has someone with him and strolls through the flowers, following the same path out that lead them in.
The rose clasped within one hand as his fingers on his other hand tickled hers. Her chuckle echoing as they reached the end. Their heads askew as they kissed goodbye. Him going his way, and her the other.
A kiss upon her fingers is blown towards him. Parted he heads home.
A police lady sitting with his children. Their eyes full of sorrow as they lifted their heads. The police lady stands and approaches him...
'I'm sorry sir, there has been an accident, your wife is dead.'
The disheartening words distanced as he thought of his guilt. He was out with his lover when he should have been with their mother.
'She tried calling you sir.' The police lady continued... ' her car broke down, but she couldn't get through.'
He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was off. He switched it off so as he could have time alone with his lover...
' The children came home with their aunt today' she continued as he lowered his head. 'Luck they did, as a lorry struck your wifes vehicle. She had no chance.'
The rose relased from his hand and come to rest upon the floor. His hand spotted with blood from the thorns. Her blood, he had her blood on his hands.
His seven year old daughter approached and picked up the rose...
'Is this for mummy? She would've loved it daddy.' Her gentle voice broke through the choaked emotions.
His head fell with shame, and a river of tears carried his guilt. His daughters hand clasped his...
'I'll look after you daddy!'
The golden glow within the purest blue sky beats down upon those who wish to appreciate the natural beauty.
A visit to the beauty spot - a handful of flowers picked - destined to be given to a wife, mother or lover.
Tulips, bluebells, orchids, for-get-me-nots,buttercups, daises and a single Red Rose bedded between the mulitiple colours.
A gentle touch falls upon the single rose. His finger tips stroking at the soft petals before strolling down the stem and then...
SNAPP!
The single red rose is taken. For who? His wife? His Mother? Or his lover?
He has someone with him and strolls through the flowers, following the same path out that lead them in.
The rose clasped within one hand as his fingers on his other hand tickled hers. Her chuckle echoing as they reached the end. Their heads askew as they kissed goodbye. Him going his way, and her the other.
A kiss upon her fingers is blown towards him. Parted he heads home.
A police lady sitting with his children. Their eyes full of sorrow as they lifted their heads. The police lady stands and approaches him...
'I'm sorry sir, there has been an accident, your wife is dead.'
The disheartening words distanced as he thought of his guilt. He was out with his lover when he should have been with their mother.
'She tried calling you sir.' The police lady continued... ' her car broke down, but she couldn't get through.'
He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was off. He switched it off so as he could have time alone with his lover...
' The children came home with their aunt today' she continued as he lowered his head. 'Luck they did, as a lorry struck your wifes vehicle. She had no chance.'
The rose relased from his hand and come to rest upon the floor. His hand spotted with blood from the thorns. Her blood, he had her blood on his hands.
His seven year old daughter approached and picked up the rose...
'Is this for mummy? She would've loved it daddy.' Her gentle voice broke through the choaked emotions.
His head fell with shame, and a river of tears carried his guilt. His daughters hand clasped his...
'I'll look after you daddy!'
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