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Monday Morning Quotes

And it happened again. The sun is not even fully awake yet and all the dreadful words crash down upon my sleepy head. As I sit there and wonder, “Why, how and what”, I know that I already know the answer to my questions.

I know that nothing goes on forever. Everything changes at some point. I believe that’s the beauty of life…. NOTHING, ever stays the same…. Good and bad, it comes and goes. You take and you give. You juggle and you break. You push and you pull….
When I’m having a bad day I enjoy reading quotes so I thought I’d share a few that I found this morning with you.

To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness.

What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places — and there are so many — where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction.

And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.

~Howard Zinn

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake to grow.

~Frederick Douglass

You cannot change anything in your life with intention alone, which can become a watered-down, occasional hope that you’ll get to tomorrow. Intention without action is useless.

~Caroline Myss

The self is not something ready-made, but something in continuous formation through choice of action.

~ John Dewey

Those who belong to the orthodox faiths claim that the authority of their faith rests on revelation, and that revelation is given in the pages of books and accounts of miracles and wonders whose nature is supernatural. But those of us who have long discarded the belief in the supernatural still are in the presence of revelations which are the foundation of faith. We too have our revealed religion. We have looked upon the face of men and women that can be to us the symbols of that which is holy. We have heard words of sacred wisdom and truth spoken in the human voice. Out of the universe there have come to us these experience which, when accepted, give to us revelations, not of supernatural religion, but of a natural and inevitable faith in the spiritual powers that animate and dwell in the center of [a person’s] being.

~ John Lovejoy Elliott

Have a good day!

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Friday Short Stories

As an aspiring writer, there’s one thing I learned: You can’t always write a fantastic piece. I had to deal with that since I’ve been working on my book. Another thing I learned is that you have to keep writing no matter what. Sometimes it sounds ridiculous and at other times it’s just very confusing. I tend to be very impatient and when I can’t write a satisfying story, I get stressed. I think that I may have lost it, I question the path I chose, I even think about giving up entirely. But the beauty of imagination and creating something wonderful is that it allows you to make mistakes, to form your idea and play with it. To experiment as much as you can, destroy it and reshape it. Art is whatever you make of it therefore a crappy piece of writing can easily be turned around if you think outside the box. I’ve often written horrible things but later on came back and suddenly it fitted perfectly with what I was doing at that moment. Your subconscious will throw ideas at you sometimes in the oddest ways that you may not understand right away, this is why it’s important to write it all down. I have a journal where I write and doodle in. It’s my creative space. It’s limited in terms of paper space but my imagination is big and it becomes my world when I open it.

I would like to share two piece of insignificant writing with you. They’re very short, I hope you enjoy them.

The Promise

The living room was bright with sunlight on that early Friday morning. Outside, the weather was crisp and dry which made her quite happy that she was sitting at the kitchen table in her pyjamas, typing away on her black and silver laptop. As she stopped for a moment to take a sip of her coffee and contemplate the mess on the coffee table that was just 2 meters away to her left, the laptop shut down without notice. Her eyes immediately widened and she stared at the black screen. “My work!” she desperately thought with a tight knot in her stomach. She could feel the panic rising as her heart beat intensified. She stared in shock and disappointment for a few seconds. The frightening piece of technology that had failed her so many times before had done it again but this time she felt cheated more than ever. Her entire life was in this machine. Still not moving a muscle she mentally tried to gather her thoughts then suddenly her eyes slowly drifted to the power cord… With a big sigh of relief, her body slumped towards the floor and she joyfully re-positioned the “male” end of the cord into the “female” end of the power outlet. Magically, the laptop came back to life, with all her work in front of her. With shaking hands and a smile on her face, she saved everything she had done before the situation occurred and promised to herself, once again, to back up her information.

-dramatization of a real life event

The Rock

And as I was looking up at the cabin perched in the tree, she picked up a small object and threw it at my head. ”There’s a volcano over there, see it?” as she pointed behind her. “Hematite. They’re pretty rocks right…” As I stared at the small black coloured crystal with blood-red streaks, I smiled. And just before I awoke, I put the crystal in my pocket and whispered “Hematite. But of course……”

-Piece of a dream

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