healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Life
Life. One four letter word that has so much value. We're always asked "What do you want to do with your life?" How do we even answer that question? It's loaded. We can have an elaborate plan for our so called life, but it'll never be perfect. Life is a winding path that has so many twists and turns it's almost sickening. We're told we need to figure out what we want todo with our life the moment we can comprehend how to form sentences. Why can't we live in the moment and actually enjoy our surroundings? Enjoy the moments we have on this Earth with the ones we love. Sure, we need to live and make money to do so, but we all work to live instead of living to do what we enjoy. How do we create this happiness for ourselves when we surround ourselves with hateful people. How do we change our ways of thinking to create eternal happiness? Life is often unfair. I that statement said because we haven't met our own expectations? Or because that's what we're told when we "fail?" Life can be beautiful, rewarding, ugly, the list is really infinite. So now I ask myslef "What do I want to do with my life?" I don't have an answer. All I can say is that I want to live and love with an open heart and soul. I want to love unconditionally. I want to have such a contagious spirit that people feel compelled to live the same way. I want my love to come from deep within that people ask themselves "how is she so loving and happy?" I want to share my soul with someone who won't drown it with their own unhappiness. I deserve to live and love with no fear or regrets. Why did I live so long in fear? Why did I let someone control how I should live and how I could react to my own emotioms? I'm done. I'm done letting my soul be treated like it doesn't matter. Like a bird in a cage knowing it'll never be free. I'm done saying sorry for how I feel or react to situations. I'm done crying myself to sleep because of someone who can't respect me. I would rather not be on this Earth than let another human being say my emotions are not valid. How did I lose myself? How did I let my confidence slip away because someone else needed that power over me? Why was I so kind? Why did I continue to give my all to someone who picked and chose when I could get love in return? Why? These words come with tears running down my face because I know I'm free. I'm free to be me. Free to live how I see fit. I'm done. I'm free.
By Anna Atencio5 years ago in Motivation
Why 2020 Was The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me
As this year's Thanksgiving has ended, and we dive into the last month of the year, I've taken a look back at the year we've all had. Between a pandemic, an election, and a strong stance from movements that needed to be heard, we all know that a lot has happened. Yet we still have a little over a month left to endure.
By Miranda Lopez5 years ago in Motivation
Building the dream
11.29.2020 She found herself to be curious about the most obscure encounters. It is not as if she had been waiting and lurking. It was just another chance encounter which sparked the interest in the workings of the mind of another. On this occasion, she was on her daily journey to her garbage receptacle. It is a large container that is shared by the eight units of the rental building where she resides. It sits in the alley along side two more containers that are identical except for the address that brands the container to the building across the alley, another eight-unit building but here they employ two containers. They are not free. It is a paid vendor service that the residential rental building pays. On the other side of this same alley are two private residence containers that are allocated to the homeowner. One is used for waste and the other to recycle. Neither container is as large as the ones assigned to the residential buildings. The city provides the containers and the city removes the waste. The residential containers that are assigned to the apartment buildings employ a service to pick up the waste and pay a fee. This sets the scene.
By Andrea Sturm5 years ago in Motivation
Life in the pandemic times.
So I have to start out by saying I am fortunate to live where I do right now because our place is secluded and has remained safe from the pandemic for the most part. With that said, I am going to jump right in and state that this Covid-19 life has been very trying.
By Nalana Phillips5 years ago in Motivation
Surviving
It was 1994, I was 17 years old and I thought I had found my soulmate. Little did I know that when I fast forward my life 10 years up that I would have went through (and survived) everything that I did. As I look back, I realize now that I was thriving off of the attention I was getting from my "soulmate".
By Mandy Mauldin5 years ago in Motivation
American Dream
She explored why she felt the way she did. Dismissed. Unrecognized. Disrespected. She had considered it was in the manner that she commanded attention. She became harsh. It was not her nature. It conflicted with her soul and her spirit. She was determined to find the happy ending in a fluid landscape of incidental interruptions. It finally occurred to her it was the weight that she decided to give the conflict that would build its power and strength. It was a new approach. She had left her baggage at the station. She was ready for a fresh new journey.
By Andrea Sturm5 years ago in Motivation
The Choices We make
I’m a 23 year old single mother, and though most people may say “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about”. I like to think I know a little something. Life is full of choices and paths that we end up taking, and most times we learn a valuable lesson. I’m going to open up with you guys and tell you a little bit about myself. So sit back relax and I hope you enjoy my story.
By Jocelyn Vera5 years ago in Motivation
Thankful for my sanity still being intact
While I’m usually quite thankful for life itself, I’m especially grateful for being able to live through such an unfathomable time in the world. For sure I thought I would have torn out all of my hair by now. The enormous stress of everything is enough to really make me do that and then some.
By Cassandra Henry5 years ago in Motivation
Being Me
This girl felt like she was an outcast in everything whether it was her family, friends she made or coworkers. She was beautiful and never knew her value or what she was capable of. This once girl now developing woman dreamed of so many things in life and wondered where she would be taken. She wanted to please others by always impressing them.
By Divine Davis5 years ago in Motivation
It's The Butterfly's Fault
Many moons ago I was a very depressed and sad person. I couldn't see that life was worth the struggle, though I continued to struggle, nonetheless. One day, while trudging down the street on a hot humid day, thinking about everything that was wrong in my life, I saw a beautiful iridescent blue butterfly. It wasn't native to that part of the country, or possibly even the United States. Stopped cold in my tracks, I watched it flit around me for about 20 minutes until it flew away off into the nearest tree, where I could no longer spot it. I was stunned. It was as if a lightbulb went off in my head. "Wow," I thought. "Maybe life does have something to offer after all!"
By Martina J Sierra5 years ago in Motivation
The Right Turn
It’s crazy to think about where I was just a year ago and how much life can change in the matter of weeks or even days. It all started on the morning of October 29th, 2019. I woke up early to wait for family to leave for work and school. As soon as that front door closed, I rushed to my closet to pack my luggage. I’d already separated the clothes I wanted to take with me from the ones I didn’t care about a few days before. Everything was carefully planned and prepared for this morning, and as I was shaking with anxiety and the doubts of “am I really doing this”, I brought my suitcase and my guitar to the front door, said goodbye to Fluffy (our cat) and hopped in an Uber. The next day, I’d made it to Malaysia. I’d successfully ran away from a dark place. I had no job or plan and barely any money that’s actually mine. For the next 3 months I would live life as a nomad, hopping from house to house, and almost constantly carrying a backpack on my shoulders. I worked one-off jobs helping out for events just so I could make some money to get me through the next day or two. I chose to walk whenever I could just to save money even if that meant walks that took me over an hour on a road that had no space for pedestrians. I had to survive.
By Nate Ahmad5 years ago in Motivation
