We could die, anytime

At any given moment, we could die.

There could be an accident, a crash, the whole word could explode.

The worst part would not be dying

it would be

dying with the regret and saying

“I wish I did that…”

Live your life to the fullest!

And I kept drinking …

“I kept drinking because it was the only time I felt alive. I kept drinking because I needed to stop thinking of jumping off the edge. I wanted to drown myself in something other than the melancholy feeling that surrounded me. I kept drinking to forget about the scars that covered my body, sometimes I think there’s more scar than skin. I kept drinking because sometimes I didn’t want to feel alive, I wanted numbness. I want to feel numb and blurry all over.”

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I.

Somehow

I write to an audience that doesn’t reply (but I always keep receiving reviews which is really overwhelming). I don’t get much shares or reblogs. But I like the idea that people read them regardless.

It’s okay if you don’t post that button, but I hope my writings give impact to someone, whether good or bad, it’s good to know that someone out there was moved by my words.

I just want to make you feel the spectrum of emotions.

FIND JOY IN EVERY SINGLE DAY

“The happiest is the person who suffers the least pain; the most miserable who enjoys the least pleasure.”

                            -Jean Jacques Rousseau, Emile (1762)

We all suffer something in our lives and sometimes, we becomes miserable to the point of thinking that living this life isn’t worth it anymore.

When we speak of “the good life”, what we mean by that is a life where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, the natural becomes miraculous, and the everyday becomes unique.

The everyday may seem to be made up only of small things, but let us believe in details. Every time we choose to embrace life, we are putting our best and truest face forward.

Have a nice day! 🙂

Masterpiece

right at this moment,I am an awful masterpiece
left here to be
glanced back on and reconsider.
Enthusiastically as I may try
I’m not the muse the poet speak of
Not made up of the deep body of water, waves or tides, no
My ribcage does not whisper to my lungs,
And my heart is not a precious diamond.
It will at all times be a weapon
more than anything.
I am a vague masterpiece
full of striked out words and evolution
no one ever calls a draft alluring- beautiful.
why can’t I be the last piece?
Perhaps someday, somebody out there will.