They say once you fall get up and don a pretty smile and pretend it’s alright even though it hurts a lot.
Is it easy? I know it’s not but Helen Keller surprise the world with her might even without a sight?
Why can’t I make a difference? like you and I me and you and towards all humanity we’ll be great who knows like Maya Angelou.
Why retracing back our steps is harder than moving forward so I made a pact with myself to find solace in the sun and make a significant chance to shine from the ruins of the past?
Can I do it? I know no man is an island we need friends to give us a helping hand people needs people living in a box is not happy after all
It it easy? once the arrow is loosened from its quiver can we see the passage of the air where it came from can we recall it? like a time machine?
So is the decisions we make the words heedlessly uttered the pain it inflicts to a fragile heart
So is the choices we take the paths we partake the seasons of change the time travailed along with the tides… can we put back the tresses scissor from our crown? Well I regretted I cut mine I saw how they seductively entice but what is good in loving a person for who they are than their outward appearance …appearances deceived and beauty without character is useless.
Can we claim it again? Can we go back in time to alter events?
Can we command the rain to stop or the angry storm from its destructive force of action?Can we command the tides to stop reverting to the shore? Can we alter the course of the sun, the galaxy, and the cosmos even for a second? Do we have the power to change nature’s course? perhaps.
Can we stop a life to form from a mother’s womb without human interruptions?Can we travel in time through the passage we journeyed behind? to live the memories of a lifetime to retrieve an essence of ourselves that are broken and wasted? Like a broken glass smashed on the floor in splinters?
Can we travel in time through the passage we journeyed behind? To live the memories of a lifetime to retrieve an essence of ourselves that are broken and wasted? Like a broken glass smashed on the floor in splinters?
Like a broken glass smashed on the floor in splinters?
The plant that grows from the tiny seeds the trees cut from the forest the river that runs to the sea.Do we have the power to change and alter anything? change is constant and stays unchanged as we journeyed along to our farfetched dreams.
We learn we ventured, we gamble, we lost, we gain, become better in the process we are wiser than we know through pain and sorrows.
as life flows out towards its fateful course the breath of life that leaves each sheltered soul.and so we go and so we flow towards the sun towards the sky in a limbo into nothingness into the darkness to heaven to hell who could guess? ask yourself you know best.
Can we bargain anything to go back in time or change its course? let time heals its wounds and bandaged its misery and create a way of its own destiny.
life leads us to the good or bad situation because of subliminal curiosity after the fire was extinguished the flames die then you’ll realize you’re burned to expect the same longings only to find things have changed?
Time can mend time can bend its power we can’t contend but it’s all human attitude that defines himself. It’s ok if your reputation are tarnished and failure after failure assail you, but it needs a human character to rise above the odds.If they can make it we can do it too.
It’s ok if your reputation are tarnished and failure after failure assail you, but it needs a human character to rise above the odds. If they can make it we can do it too.
To live each moment to grab an opportunity while the iron is hot sadly I’ve missed many before because I’m poor. I want to dance with the music a step closer a step back a toss and a twirl a trot and a swirl being lost in a moment to savor the time before it passes by without a trace but a life full of regrets and what if’s. So I’ll try to beat the odds even it takes courage to stand and fight for a life of purpose and fulfillment.
memories of yesterdays….funny how I write like this! I can’t imagine looking back.