Dream Life

                                             I'm slowly learning that even if I react, it won't change anything. it won't make people suddenly  love  and respect me, it won't magically change their minds. Sometimes it's better to just let things be, let people go, don't fight for closure, don't ask for explanations, don't chase answers and don't expect people to understand where you're coming from. I'm slowly learning that life is better lived when you don't center it on what's happening around you and center it on what's happening inside you instead. Work on yourself and your inner peace.

                                                    To drink coffee and watch the sunrise      with nowhere to go. To climb a mountain for the view not for        the selfie. To cook healthy wholesome food to  nourish my body, not to lose weight. To spend more time with my family, not working to afford things we don't need. It's time to slowdown. To stop. To Listen.   It's time to turn off the noise and distraction, the constant need for more, the comparisons amd consumerism. It's time to live simply and be       Wild and free

                                           Honor the little girl inside of you, the little girl that was abused, hurt, abandoned, who felt she was never enough. Let her feel safe, let her  know she is loved, tell her everyday. Make her feel so special, she deserves it, keep her clean and warm and nourish her with the nutritious foods. Let her feel free. Let her embrace the  things she loved doing, skating in the park, jumping on the trampoline, painting, running, swimming, making sandcastles, girly sleepovers, making stories, playing dressup. It might sound silly, it might sound irrelevant but honouring the little kid inside of you is going to bring you so much joy and fulfilment. That little version of you, still exists, and deserves to be honoured. Give yourself the love and care, and joy that was stolen from you as a child.

  listen when it's raining as the water hits the ground and you'll hear a million secrets that are hidden in that sound the pitter patter raindrops  hold the whispered words inside of the people who have shared them with the velvet midnight sky the drops that pound the pavement spill out anger loud and harsh they're the words and thoughts of people who have cried out to the stars the rain that adds to oceans and their vast capacious flow  is the grief of people holding on  for fear of letting go the waters flooding cities overwhelming homes and towns are the silent words of suffering entrusted to the clouds and when the clouds are heavy, when our feelings fill the sky, when our thoughts are too oppressive then the Earth begins to cry so listen when it's raining if you're quiet then you'll hear all the secrets and emotions that are muffled by Earth's tears

                                                                                  The sky is so tragically beautiful It is the graveyard of stars; It doesn't hurt but it leaves the scars, Not just on mind but the whole human soul Not just it control, but the heart that it stole. Maybe that's what life has to  give, But this should not stop you to relive! Cause without pain, How would you know joy; It builds you up and just believe, that it does not destroy. All you need to have is faith, Cause once it was said that life is 'fickle finger of fate', Believe in yourself because you yourself are your true mate.

The passengers on the train are seemingly going to the same destination as you, but based on their belief that the train will get them to their desired destination they will stay on the ride or they will get off somewhere during the trip.           People can and will get off at any stop. Just know that where people get off is more of a reflection on them, than it is on you. There will be a few people in your life that will make the whole trip with you, who believe in you, accept that you are human and that mistakes will be made along the way, and that you will get to your desired destination- together, no matter what.             Be very grateful of these people. They are rare and when you find one, don't let go of them-ever.   Be blessed for the ones who get on at the worst stops when   no one is there. Remember those people, they are special.            Always hold them dear to your heart. Be very wary of people sneaking on at certain stops when things are going good and acting

                                      Perhaps we'll begin to put down our phones And even learn to talk. Perhaps we'll appreciate the smaller things; A cup of tea with a friend, a social outing, a walk. Perhaps we'll begin to embrace each other, As if meeting anew. Perhaps we'll learn to sacrifice Some of 'me' for a little bit of 'you'. Perhaps we'll remember those who hid in years gone by By only candlelight. Perhaps we'll realize our misfortunes Would insult those who lost that fight. Perhaps we'll begin to value our health; That it is a blessing and not a right. Perhaps we'll remind ourselves of this Once the sickness is firmly out of sight. Perhaps we'll see the world with different eyes, In all its chaos and splendor. Perhaps we'll see that life is something To be enjoyed and not just to endure. Perhaps this will come to pass, And perhaps we will learn a lot. But I fear, Knowing us, Perhaps we will not.

The aura of resturant and each lyrics of song make me fall in love with him. He even not have any single glnace over me , but i was keep staring at him. At the time im imagining that he was singing for me and we were all alone in there. I was so lost in moment that i start to feel like that he comes walking towards me and his hands around my waste , but suddenly my dreamy picture shatter as i was pushed my someone, but still i thanks to crowd .                             I cant be angry but to thanks to person whoever pushed me .Because he hold me from side and i just passed smile. Without any further moment I just hold his hand tightly and start leading him to more crowd . He get the idea that i was taking him to dance floor and pull me back and muttered in ears that he can't dance. But i was badly want to dance at that moment , i the one who pull him closure by saying no worry i can. And just by saying this words i kissed on his cheeks. This time he blushed and put embraced me t

                                           It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already its ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins. It feels perilous to love you, like a dust storm swallowing up the sky or a comet skimming the stratosphere. But it is an honor to love you. Like the snow drifts giving  way to spring, I will hold you for as long as I can.

                                                           When you can't sleep, what do you do? Just fret and worry, toss and stew? That is a foolish thing to do! It only makes blue things more blue. Why don't you lie and just relax? Forget about your income tax! Then jump aboard your memory ship And , back to childhood, take a trip. Play once again the ages you played; That causes fret and fume to fade. The swimming hole, the rippling brook, The funny story, cowboy book; The fun you had, while just a boy, Will prove that life has lot of joy. Go tramp the field and woods again Get lost once more in drenching rain. Remember, when the bull chased you, The fence you had to struggle through. Or think of dolls that made you glad And how you loved the neighbor's lad. Go back to school or Sunday school The pranks you played; the Golden Rule. Repeat the prayers your mother said Each night when you were tucked in bed. Then, if you've taken my advice, You'll find that life i