— Eve Ensler (via katemess)
imagine, you were walking down a slippery stairs, few steps infront you was an old woman was walking down carefully and holding onto her staff, and then you saw her, and instinctively, helping her is a must, the next second, you were accessing the situation and about to move forward with the best option, someone else from behind you rushed by, hit you without noticing, beat you on giving her a helping hand.
life is full with concern people isn’t?
and that old woman is not stupid.
and there’s like people closely around her to catch her before she could fall.
but all this doesn’t matter.
the old woman was saved.
life goes on.
— Yasmin Mogahed (via dark-shards)
— Dr Bruce H. Lipton (via thingsthatsing)
is hurting me more than the wrong doers.
but when the wrong doers are loved ones, even more so.
see, i knew i didn’t need it to be said because for me to be wronged by, I’ve already won.
the saddest part of all of this, was that seeing a part of them breaks and then they let it become this dark spot and no matter how shiny the rest of them are, i could see that dark spot grew darker.
it destroys me deeply because God hasn’t open their heart to apology.
and that means, God is letting me know that they didn’t regret what they’ve done yet.
and i care still thus hurting continues…
i used to sing on stage. my first time was when i was 7 years old and the last time was when i was 24. besides singing, i did traditional dance mostly. acted a little then directed and re scripted a play from old malay movies for my uni club dinner gala. i was used to performing on stage.
it was one of my happy places. but it less being so somewhere in my late 20s. suddenly all i wanted to do was write, travel and capture images. i wanted to paint too. i don’t even know if i could paint to be honest.
but these were the feelings that had arrived. soon i found Tumblr.
then i got my first DSLR on my 26th birthday.
ever since i struggled to find where my new happy places are.
then i discovered my happy places are found during travel, where mostly comes from strangers random charm around me. i remembered these faces like a photo of old friends.
at home, my nieces and nephews never failed to amaze me by effortlessly able to lift my spirit.
growing up, music has that same effect. but lately that rarely does anymore and i wonder why.
you think it’s you who have to hold on to things but that’s not the case. it is so hard to have something holding on to your spirit instead. and my wondering why answered its own question.
there is an outside force at play all these times. it gives me that love or hope or replace it with new things for me to learn.
when i was young, i’d always said, i don’t know why but these things makes me happy.
now i’m older, i know what makes me happy was given to me, meant for me.
the difference was that i knew God gave them to me AND for greater purpose - to open my heart to see that there are larger stage out there for me to discover.
and now, i sing better.
i truly sing.
— Samael Aun Weor, The Revolution of the Dialectic (via absea)