There's a winter that left my heart warmer than it found it. There's a summer I don't return to anymore. Every evening, I make two cups of green tea sweetened by your memories. One, for you. Another, for the you within me. At night, I cook myself some eggs and a bowl of salad. I let the metallic taste of the spoon linger in my mouth for a while. The water, cold, washes it down. You see, whatever passes through my mouth forms a small part of me. No wonder, my mouth, swallows your name as if to make up for what the seasons took away. From me.
Suvrahadip Ghosh, The taste of grief
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It takes courage to be yourself. It takes understanding, empathy and a little bit of "notgiveafu*kness" to know that some will despise or be envious of you for having the audacity to be you when THEY struggle from day to day to accept themselves. You'll be a constant reminder of their deepest fear..... self judgement and judgement from others. It takes appreciation to value the fact that it will be empowering to some and give them permission to be finally ascertain the courage to accept and be themselves. It takes balance, equanimity, acceptance and detachment to not be negatively effected by the "boos" and equally not be attached to the "cheers". It takes humility to be equally confident in yourself, your strengths, knowledge and abilities AND embrace your inadequacies, weaknesses, insecurities and ignorant places educationally. It takes perseverance to strive everyday to be a better version of no one else but you. It takes wisdom to know that working everyday to be unapologetically YOU is the ONLY road to true happiness and the highest quality of life. Aaron Hill #quotestoliveby #originalquotes #originalquote #lifequotesdaily (at Charles Village) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmhHtiBptBu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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✨NO REGRETS. 💎I know it can be scary to transition from one career path to another, to decide to quit your job and become self employed, to move from a city you are familiar with to an unknown place. ➡️I have had to do all these three things and I can honestly tell you that I HAVE NO REGRETS. Even though I was scared to take those bold steps when I did, not taking them and regretting was too big a price to pay. So that gave me the big push every time to lean forward and give in to my instincts and my God Ordained Legacy and Dreams (G.O.L.D). 🙏🏽It’s been almost 18 years now that I quit my job and began the journey of doing things my own way and the path I am on currently makes me so happy and fulfilled in more ways than I can count. 📌Find your path, follow your North Star and live the life you were created uniquely for. It will be a bumpy ride but it will be the most exhilarating and transforming journey that will lead you to the highest, best version of you. ✅GO FOR YOUR G.O.L.D. 🎉I am rooting for you. 💜💛 XoXo from #madamemerola #thebangcreator #empoweringquotes #totaltransformationcoach #transformingtuesday #liveyourlifetothefullest #dowhatmakesyoursoulhappy #personalmastery #transforminglives #mentortomillions #goforgold #chiefgolddigger #noregrets #originalquotes (at No Regrets) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiLocryDBlN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Note To Whoever Reads This (Written By Me)
Triumph through whatever difficulties face ahead of you instead of pacifying your failures, your wants, and your worries.
Would you rather be comforted by what is temporary, or would you rather have your soul fed and your heart contained by your undying strength and the ability to finally breathe out a sense of relief by conquering your trials and tribulations?
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WHIMSICAL
Blood- red lips, and chamomile tea,
Ebony nails, and heels sharper than her tongue,
Rivulets of youth trickling down her chin,
Graying hair entwined with jacarandas and thorns,
A Machiavellian smile curved with blood, scandals and dreams,
That’s what she wears as she kisses death hello.
“Abominable!” they cursed, through clouds of puffs,
For her eyes twinkled with sonnets and secrets,
And she talked of dead poets and forbidden literature,
And clock tower pigeons and ink smeared fingers,
And smelled of parchment and quills,
And the November mist that smelled of despair,
Bathed in the glow of her chamomile tea.
“Whimsical!” they chided, tightening their corsets,
While she walked barefoot on the streets,
Winking at the gents with their smirks and pipes,
And the ladies with their powdered noses,
And she snuck into museums at night,
And went on adventures on the backseats of strangers,
And pored over globes and maps,
And celebrated her seventh walk down the aisle,
All the while, sipping her rather cold tea.
For now she knew, as her scarlet nails dug into Death’s cold flesh,
That the willow that wept, wept in envy, envy of the wildflower at its feet
And the corsets and pipes that would clink their glasses tonight,
And delight in her corpse as it rotted among the flowers,
Never would their lips thrill with the ambrosia that her own were soaked in,
Never would they learn the coveted knowledge, hidden where the eye cannot see-
For just beyond the barbed wire of logic and clockwork, of right and wrong,
The world is just a field – whimsical and magical and silly.
And thus, she ran towards the sun, swollen and yellow,
And erupted in showers of gold and dust and laughter,
And her chamomile tea grew cold.
And yet, as they scrubbed and rinsed until their fingers bruised,
The blood-red lipstick would not go.
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Our stories are part of life’s tapestry . However are all stories finished ? What about the unfinished ones ? Aren’t they a part of life’s tapestry ? I know not everyone’s story has a happy ending . Do we stop and think about the ones that are unfinished that are some kind of secrets that are never revealed ? Unfinished stories are treasured secrets that are never revealed but remembered for eternity ….
#thoughtsatnight #truth #scribbles #originalquotes
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