One of the reasons I write is to ease off the pain. I started writing after I experienced some sitbacks. In fact it was the pain that drove me to the pen.
It started off as silly poems expressing my hurt. Then gradually it grew to blogging and went a step further to writing books.
The hurts and disappointments have continuously pushed me on and on. I have found that instead of falling into depression, I write it all away.
Somehow it helps me cope, keeps me sane, and helps me float.
Yeah for a moment I thought I didn’t care , and that it hadn’t affected me in any way, but boy was I wrong.
I kept hearing the words over and over again at random moments. Each time as if a piece of my heart was being chipped off. Until I finally went to sleep in tears. Woke up in tears. And now carrying myself across the day feeling disconnected to everything around me.
To think that the ones I am supposed to reach out to in times like these are the very people who caused me to be in such a space, crazy right.
But anyway, it made me also reflect on how many times I have used words so carelessly. How many souls did I leave in pain because of my reckless mouth.
Words can hurt as much as they can heal.
I pray to remember that all the time I am talking to anyone.
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
If I was ever to choose between beach and mountain, don’t be surprised by my answer being different each time, well depending on the season I will be in.
The calmness, stillness and serenity that comes with being at the beach, evokes a peace which from time to time I search for, when the trials of life have given me its best.
On the other hand, sweating off the stress through hiking refreshes my mind, by focusing my energy on the physical demand at hand I somehow let go of the mental pressure. The higher I go the more free I become. It helps me put things into perspective.
I prefer whatever it is that I will be in need of in that particular time. Right now I need a hike.
What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like we don’t sit down together to enjoy a meal. It’s just that it’s never really about the meal but about the time we spend with each other .
And also the fact that nowadays we don’t always get to be together as often as we used to.
But as a family of one,(meaning just me , since I stay by myself) I love pancakes for breakfast. I enjoy our traditional meals which frankly I can’t find the English words to name or even describe. 😅 How embarrassing.
But on a more serious note I think next time we meet up, as a whole family, we got to come up with a list.
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?
It marks the end of a chapter as well as a time to plan for the next season of life.
It marks the completion of the earth cycle, promising a new beginning ahead
It doesn’t have the stress of starting again or the confusion of the in-between but rather the end of it all. Be it satisfactory or not at least you know for this year, that’s about it
All the uncertainty of life in that year would have unfolded.
Like they say It’s always better in the end.
Though am not absolutely sure if that statement stands all the time.
I had a meltdown this morning. I got back from work and I was locked out of my place. Couldn’t get in ,the lock was stuck.
Found myself crying, well obviously not because of the lock but the past 2 weeks been carrying some weight. My mind has been up and about a lot of issues and not having a single solution. So we can say was feeling stuck lately, and having nothing I could do about it.
So there I was in tears then reached out to someone dear, in frustration. They opened my eyes to the reality that no matter whose fault it is or how fair or unfair it is, in life you just have to learn to make things work for yourself. No one is coming to be a hero , we are all humans and have our own individual burdens.
So I dried up my tears in determination and fixed the door myself. And you know what? That’s one problem down. Felt a bit better, still have lots more to deal with but the hope that stirred in me made me realise that I don’t need to wait for someone else to do something for me. Whether it is my responsibility or theirs, but as long as it’s affecting my joy and peace, I would rather pull up my sleeves and do what works for me.
All this to keep my joy and peace.
It’s a pretty harsh world out there. What can you do to make your world better? Don’t wait for someone else to do it for you , they have a lot on their plate already.
Cheers !
What was your favorite subject in school?
The joy I had each time I read the texts. Of course I didn’t like the lessons…. Frankly speaking sitting down while listening was never my favourite thing.
I enjoyed the part where I got to understand how things were the way they were and how they function the way they do. It was always so fascinating.
Can you guess what subject it was?
The storms sure do come and strong winds too. The fire can burn, not to mention even times of drought. But when you are strongly rooted you can survive.
The Christian journey is no walk in the park. It does require a little bit of effort called faith. As long as you have faith and fight to keep the faith, you will remain standing no matter what comes your way.
And my journey thus far has been to allow me to deepen my roots and grow in my faith and knowledge of God.
Well through the pain, disappointment, lack, failure, He has seen me through it hence am convinced that His word stands true. So I stand, just like a tree that has survived the worst storm. What the devil thought would remove me from God, has made me draw closer to Him more. With each trial I chose to see the victory, I chose to see the hand of God. As difficult as that was or should I say is, I still choose to believe that He has a greater plan.
That’s what I wanted to share today.
Do you need time?
What will your life be like in three years?
For once things happen as I envision. But past experiences have taught me that life is unpredictable. 3 years ago, I definitely didn’t think I would leave my country to work elsewhere and come back again. 5 years before that I didn’t dream of the career am in right now. I feel like my life is volatile, it can change it’s state at any time. To think I had dreams and hopes that never happened.
For once if only I could be that girl I often day dream about. The girl that has long been silenced time and time again.
How I wish.
