How are You?

As we close this year, I hope you get to look at the mirror, check on yourself, and ask this very important question.

I’ll probably make a year-end post tomorrow. If not, then happy new year, folks! I sincerely hope you are okay.

xoxo

Tunnel

It is not the money on your pocket
That lets you buy an expensive cigarette;
Not the fortune you’ve been saving,
All for the glory of extravagant spending.

It is not the beauty of being high above the sky,
Seeing the clouds below you as you fly,
Or the scream as you take a deep breath,
And jump on the cliff as if it’s your death.

It is not the diamond on your finger
With a promise still uncertain from your lover;
Not the way they call your name,
A superiority you won from a dangerous game.

One may tell a tale so worthy,
But the end is not entirely its beauty;
For it is not the end of the tunnel you crossed,
But the journey, all the risks you tossed.

The Beauty of Struggling and Overcoming Plights

Just a few weeks ago, maybe around mid-April until before May ended, I was in a state of not knowing what had been happening with me.

I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to do anything, nothing seemed to excite me, I didn’t want to go out with people, I couldn’t laugh with my boyfriend no matter how hard he tried to lift my spirit up, I cried every night with no particular reason while trying my best to not be heard by anyone, and all other things that just made me feel like the best thing to do was just end things.

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And the Door Opened

30 of #100HappyThings

Maybe it’s coincidence

Or perhaps it’s not,

This page of iridescence

Lights up and blinks a lot;

 

A new moon, a new star,

It shines in the night,

Once admired from afar,

Now a knob to hold tight;

 

Maybe they heard a knock,

And in silence, they listened,

A secret unlocked,

And then the door opened.

 

 

Questions

Who would know
what this future holds?
The present
knows nothing
but to make us wonder
or perhaps
make us hope
of our dreams coming true,
our hearts getting healed,
and our lives being contented;
All things unanswered
in this moment called “now”
may be decoded tomorrow,
or never.

Sudden thoughts. I wonder which of my souls is alive right now.