A Place to Start

There are moments in our life we could not erase, people we could not forget, and decisions we could not take back. No matter how hard we try to forget those things that hurt us in the past, it just coming back over and over again especially at times when you are by yourself.

There are moments in my life that I wanted to forget. It was unfair that those memories which I called it “nightmares” keep coming back to me when those joyful moments I had in my life seems to vanish. And together with those nightmares is the pain I had felt during those times when my decision was off. I regretted every decision I had made that time. I regretted those times when I let myself become so stupid, vulnerable and gullible. I regretted those times when I was not in my right mind and acted very childishly.

I did so many mistakes. I did so many off-decisions. I did so many shameful moments. I did so many regretful things. But I didn’t let those failures to ruin my entire life because there are so many things out there that life has bestowed on us that I can enjoy with. And without those failures, I wouldn’t learn. I wouldn’t be who I was right now. I wouldn’t be strong. I wouldn’t make right decisions. And I wouldn’t be as happy as today. Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again. This time, more intelligently.

Maybe I should not call my failures as a mistake. It would sound so good if I say that it just a place to start. Life challenges were not supposed to paralyze me; it was supposed to help me discover who I really am and how I handle those things in my life. I had stopped being a prisoner of my past and I become the architect of my future. I didn’t let those things take me down. I let it become my inspiration to get up and continue my journey.

Failures teach us important lessons. Every time you encounter one, you have step closer to your goal. Life is always up and down. So, don’t worry if when you are at the bottom because the next place is up. Get up, never give up and make something that will inch you closer to a better tomorrow.

Erroneous Belief

Often times, we think that communication is simple. We always failed to notice the things that we must consider in communicating. We should not just talk. We should not just share. We should not just express. We should also consider things in order to have an effective communication. We may think that it is simple but if we look more closely to it, it is kind of complicated.

There are many misconceptions in communication. I think the most common is that the thought that if we communicate with others, it will be understood. We are definitely wrong. Not all people can interpret the meanings behind your words. Because, it depends on how it was delivered by the messenger. Often times, it leads to misunderstandings. Other is that the thought that if we communicate with others, our problem would be solve. Yes it’s true that we must discuss our problems to someone to get advice but at the end of the day, it is you who can really solve your own problems. It is your decision on how to make a way to solve it. And lastly, the thought that communication is innate ability. One can communicate easily with others but to be able to understand and to be understood needs communication skills and that skills can be learned through practice in order to have an effective communication.

Communication seems to be simple yet so complicated. We must not take this for granted because it is very essential in our lives. We must study it so that we could have a better understanding about it and so that we could clearly communicate to others.

Butterflies in my Belly

I have a thing in putting pen to paper from the time when I was lettered in the early hours of my meat-and-potatoes. In the course of those days, I had previously got the picture that I did rather pieces that are not of good worth. Consequently, I laid down my arms in writing grasping there’s no by-and-by awaits me seeing that I don’t have aptitude in writing in the least.

All the same, I had recuperated in crafting words into a work of art inside and out weighed against my bygone pieces. Though it took me roughly a year to have the chutzpah I have in my entire body merely to rush back into the world of arts, it didn’t carry some weight for my part anyways. Albeit the veracity that there’s ample of odds I had missed and squandered, yet I fathom out that God has the best plans a way, way better than mine.

At this jiffy, I had crafted a great deal of opus whereas I can articulate it was of good value put side by side to my long-gone pieces. In point of fact, I have previously published a story in Watt pad which I had created in the course of vacation subsequent to my graduation in high school. Affirming it was a not up to scratch story, yet I merely wanted to put into words the thoughts I have in mind along with the purpose of learning and building up the knacks I have in writing.

I was utterly bolt from the blue as soon as I had seen quite a few readers of my story I had previously published. The sentiment of being over the moon the moment I had seen it, it was too wonderful for words even supposing it was hardly any. The thing is that roughly a few people had been of interest in my story to some extent.

From that jiffy, time and again, I drop in on my profile in Watt pad solely to catch a glimpse of reader. If only there’s a way to see whose reading your story so as to even conveyed my deepest gratitude for the time they had frittered away solely to read my story, I would do even supposing I’ll send them a message on a case by case basis.

“It feels so good to be appreciated to what you have done. It keeps you going and enthuse you even more.”

The Crack of Dawn

The sun had greeted me with its balmy and cordial beam, the flowers blossoms as it bops with good cheer and the foliage moves to and fro as the zephyr puffed them as I set in train a day with the flora and fauna.

It’s sunup yet again.

Another day to embark on a further trek of my get-up-and-go, another day to take a deep breath and play against odd jobs I may stumble upon and another day to make ends meet as I embrace cheeses in my being and subsists my creeps, woes, and frets. Another chance to amend off the beam stuff and suchlike and keep within bounds the course things I do more often than not.

Another opportunity to get something done the way it should be without making an allowance for a pretext and be accountable for a curtailed sense of duty. Another day to know all there is to know to put in the ground the things I have in mind whereas it trigger off qualms and angst and divest me from delight. Furthermore, another day to bequeath gratefulness to our God Almighty who bestowed another superb blessing to each and every one of us and that is this another, a new, and a further day of our existence.

Days elapse like a bat out of hell. We couldn’t give the lowdown under no circumstances. Days are random and it’s a hit or misses. You cannot put in the picture in words of one syllable things which may perhaps have effect in your life for vim and vigour is unpredictable.

Events that are yet to come chiefly depend on how you contend with the things taking place at the present. External circumstances solely depend on how you make decisions and how you take it in hand albeit it’s an apt or oft decision.

You are the lone architect of your future. Along these lines, so as to reach for the stars, you must keep your head down, work up a sweat and have your heart in the right place and your journey outset at this very moment.

Come round and perk up in half a shake. You must not fritter away every opportunities and chances given. Every minute are of great magnitude. Commence your day at present and make it as your stupendous and out of the world jiffy of your living.

Success is the sum of all efforts, repeated day in and day out.

Restless Hours Of Darkness

In this long night, the time seems long-drawn-out, and this night is particularly sustained, this time without you.

In the midst of the lonesome hours of darkness, I utterly endure the agony engendered by the thoughts of you uproaring inside my mind, relentlessly thinking of someone I was been crazy with thus causing me to have restless nights.

In this long night, I shed tears persistently on the trot without a soul taking a crack to the circumstance I was engrossed with. No one would even bother to pay heed anyways. I was on my tod alleviating the dull pain of my own grounds. I was profoundly hurt by the veracity that love had deserted me, incessantly flabbergasting and slowly putting behind me.

I can’t have forty winks thanks to the reminiscences of you persistently flaunting and resting on my mind. The blissful jiffy we have for clear of two years, the saccharine things you do at all times, the way you make me feel out of the ordinary and the words beyond pleasing to heed, how am I supposed to contend with that?

Not a soul knows how rough it is for me to come to grips with those excruciating recollections single-handed. I am aching so as to be killed by my grounds. Utterly bizarre.

In this long night, I shut my eyes yet again. Scoring through the things which brought melancholy in my life, hoping to see the light as I perked up and start a new day, new world and new me to enjoy this life has to offer so another angel would ever smile upon me.

I cannot allow bad things to hinder me to the good things I wasn’t paying attention before. I don’t want to condone the chances which leads to a vivid and picturesque moments. I craved for the glee which abandoned me thus far.

I don’t want to be a prisoner of my past to any further extent. I want to live my life without thinking any qualms and fears. I don’t want to be hurt by someone so many times in a row. I want to live a renaissance where God is the heart of my life.

In this long night, I wanted to start the ball rolling in my life without you in it. 

Love That Keeps Us Together

I never thought I’ll be able to come across someone like you

That could love me more than anyone could do

Grateful am I for God had given me you

You added colors to my life, had made a beautiful hue.

No more than you could bequeath me this feeling

I could not enquire further for you are everything

You had transformed my life, every time had made me smile

You had made every little thing in life thus worthwhile.

Countless trials together we had fruitfully overcome

At times, I happen to be tired and tend to give up

But the love that binds us together is so strong

Nothing could crash even the strongest storm.

Blissful am I when you and I are together

As I had wish every moment stays forever

In the vein of love I had for you that will never fade

To stay with you is the verdict I had keenly made.

I am head-over-heels with you and that will go on forever

You are just the right match for me, relentlessly remember

Blessed am I as I had have you as my exquisite partner

You and I will be together like happily ever after.

Enigmatic Death

When I open my eyes, I found myself following a man wearing entirely black clothes with a red rope lashed in my hands. I tried to unfasten it whereas it eventually loosens itself and I get a chance to flee from the man which seems to be related to death.

I wandered around the town merely to find out I was dead by now. And I was bolt from the blue with that verity for I don’t remember anything from the time when I was still alive counting the ground of my demise. Hence, I take a crack to unravel the enigma in the wake of my death whereas I had stumble upon a man whom I grasp he can see ghost alike me. That’s when I got the hope that the ground of my death would crack in next to no time. 

It was not easy to sway him to lend a hand to me. It was thanks to the hairpin I have that made him help me. Because, it was the same pin which he gave to his mother in what went before though I had no idea where I got it from. At first, all I want to know is to who I am. Yet, when he discovered who I was, I desire to know the reason of my demise in trade to help him find his mother. 

As we probe together in finding the verity, it never traverse in our minds that we could unearth a deeper and greater arcane in the wake of finding the veracity we rummage around.

And as we were on the verge of unravelling the truth, the further it hurts us so as to encumber us from finding the truth to any further extent. It’s as if every piece deciphered made it for us to barely breathe given that it’s something we couldn’t bare nor accept. As it happens, we keep at uncovering the truth so as to explicate the reason to my death and finding his mother he hadn’t seen for long years albeit our hearts our seen better days.

The last thing we did to unravel the enigma of my death before the full moon, is to go to the Underworld’s Library to where records of the dead were stored. He was the only one allowed to enter and I was left outside waiting him to find my records before the given time ends. And it was quite late when he go out from the library and he straight away grabbed my hand and rapidly ran.

I asked him if he ever found out who killed me but he fretfully said anon. And I didn’t speak anymore, running swiftly before the sun sets. I had grasp the veracity in the wake of my killer. I realized it when he didn’t answer me right away when I asked him. That’s when I knew who my killer was. 

The one, who killed me, is Arang. 

And I am Arang.

Oasis

The days seem dreary and I was laid still stuck between the dimness with no signs of light. The shade engirdled me so as to restraint me from seeing the gleam. At this jiffy, I lingered on cleaving to the hope that someone will give me a hand to set me free from the world brimming with obscurity I was currently in. 

This forlorn and stuffy night leaves me tossing and turning whereas these are the days I found myself shedding tears for ever and a day in lieu of the people who incessantly hurt my callow heart. It’s quite asphyxiating me awfully leaving my heart be ill with draught. 

Subsequently, you came into my being just on the dot whereas you’re in the vein of a sun gleaming towards me letting me loose to the world of murkiness I was in. You seem like a spun-out downpour in my draughty days whereas you had drench my heart, had given me valour to vanquish entirely my own sentiments and quandary, bequeath elation which seems to previously leave me in high and dry, took the wings and made me soar the blue yet again, softly just like a rainbow subsequent to a Scotch mist. At this point in time, I don’t fret nor fuss for you have put on view the path for ecstasy so as to lead me to the right way.

At this moment in time, I believe a trance of you and me. You are the grounds why I subsist, break even and make ends meet. You are the grounds I cleaving unto conviction thus far. You are the only one in my heart perpetually. 

In the bounds of a desert, you are my oasis. 

Missing Piece of the Puzzle

I have lived my 18 years of existence strange to say in the absence of you. Who you are is yet enigmatical in my part. You’re of a piece of the puzzle in my vital spark that is yet to be found. And I candidly yearn for it. Sundry of queries I have in my mind through all ages that I wanted to put in the ground to shed light on the thoughts of you relentlessly scampering in my mind. 

What grounds above mediocrity do you have to come up into the conclusion of leaving us in the lurch? How can it be possible for you to beat a hasty retreat without a hitch and put us down to experience by a long chalk? How can you fall foul of your vows and abandon the ship to live with someone else and put up a further family whereas you have put us behind you from tip to toe? How can you put your back on her and play against all the angst and agony on her tod? How can you be so vicious?

If truth be told, I can’t bear you yet conversely I pine for you. I crave for the tenderness and warmth from you by far. Irrespective of how I seriously desire for you to be at this juncture, you can’t and you wouldn’t, I suppose. You were in a different place far afield from us in the course of jiffies noteworthy in my being that elapsed in a breeze without you in it. In the face of my heart bellowing your moniker frenziedly, regardless how I awfully wished upon a star for you to be in our side, you have previously made up your mind, explicitly choosing them over us which are your above-board family. 

Albeit you had forsaken us, we’re raised without a glitch even so. Hence, we’re living to tell the tale devoid of a man take as read to beaver away solely to make a profit for a family to subsist. Even supposing we don’t have you by our side, yet we have a woman who could do no matter which to bequeath us superlative existence in this globe we’re in. 

In spite of everything, yet I hanker after the day whereas I could embrace you and put across how much I have longed for you so as to feel the love and care you haul off from us from the time you had leave us behind. 

A man who could keep an eye on me and save me from any harm I may come upon, who will prop me up to things I want and to things I have a thing about, who will guide me which road to take and who will haul over the coals when I did something off the beam and eventually would embrace me, letting me off. Moreover, a man who will love me and care for me more than ever and will do whatever thing so as to make me draw a smile on my face, he is lock, stock and barrel that I craved for. 

A father. 

Woman Of Letters Inspires

“The Boy Next Door”.

A work of fiction I have read that caught the fancy of my raptness so as to be an arterial for me to set store to a stupendous, superlative and out of the ordinary woman of letters alike you. Unequivocally speaking, you are vastly dexterous so as to bring forth such mind-boggling series of events into the world of those who have a soft spot for tomes whereas they can read scores of stories in basic terms through the use of cellular devices, tablets or suchlike. 
With no holds barred, I have read piles of stories barring yours. Alas, I have put my feet up in reading in the view of the fact that I befall to be bore stiff given that we were stuffed with heaps of paper works and quite a lot of activities that we must put the last touches to prior to the cut-off date. All the same, I go back over the same ground and embark on reading whereas I stumble upon your story which had draw my attention, without fear or favour get down to reading yet again. 

I had dampened the spirits by no means for I have a thing about your story worth mentioning in any event. I get bright and breezy when the characters are in high spirits. I get down in the dumps when there are incidents that are awful enough. I blubber when things are not going well with the characters. My face turns scarlet when there are mushy incidents between the characters head-over-heels with one another. I feel every sentiment felt by the characters in the story like I was that ‘character’ as it happens. I was vastly on cloud nine as I had reached its conclusion. I was indubitably over the moon for I have read one of your stunning success as well as to be on familiar terms with you.

This is my first time sending a message to the author or writer, for you are worthy of going into raptures over for your magnum opus, for your aptitude and for your benign personality. Yet again, I want to express my unfathomable gratefulness for being an inspiration to an aspiring writer or woman of letters just round the corner alike me. 

Soldier on inspiring and making your readers on cloud nine. Incontrovertibly, you will be the up-and-coming writer in the offing. When that day comes to pass, I’ll be one of the people who are in good spirits about your success. I’ll be one of your enthusiast on or after at this moment.

“Just keep writing. You’ll wake up one day; thousands of people are now reading your masterpiece.”

That is the last part of the message you sent me whereas it make me wants to soar the blue and there are animals hang loose and letting their hair down in my belly. From the bottom of my heart, I’ll send you yet again my deepest gratitude. Thank you for the inspiration and encouragement. I’m blessed to be on familiar terms with an author alike you. 

“You are worthy to be respect, admire and to be appreciated, Ms. Mia.”

Tragic Jiffy Of My Existence

Being alone is the saddest juncture in my vim and vigour given that, reminiscences of what went before comes flooding back into my mind. It may be the happiest moment of my existence however, most often than not, it’s the most gloomy and heart-rending part of my verve whereas it always left my face doused with tears.

I was in my elementary years, in Grade 3 in particular when ‘that’ incident transpired. My mother’s job is a store’s retailer but she didn’t own the store. Auspiciously, we got to stay at the house adjacent to the store free of charge. It was in the evening when we are previously done with our dinner. My brother and I then decided to play with our neighbors as we asked for permission with our mother. 

We were playing merrily with our playmate which as the same time is our neighbor. All at once, we heard a hubbub outside our playmate’s house. Consequently, our playmate’s mother ran towards us telling me and my brother not to go home by now for there are quandary going on our store. She didn’t inform us about what is going on with our mother and that is when I feel ill at ease with fear and frets engirdling my heart as I took a crack in repressing my tears to fall right down my cheeks. I was worried with my mom from tip to toe and I find myself mooching around our playmate’s house.

Soon after, as our playmate’s mother told us we can by now return to the store, we ran on the spur of the moment to the store and finds our mother. As we got to the store, my mom wasn’t alone. There are police officers in the area as well as my mother’s boy assistant. 

I was only nine years of age at that time and my brother is 11 years of age in the course of that incident. But then, I grasp what previously come to pass with the store as well as with my mom. The store’s been intruded by two men wearing black clothes and masks and robbed the store and put a gun into my mother’s head. 

That incident that goes off with my mom ruptured my heart into pieces as it was the worse for wear. I began to weep the minute I become aware of what truly happens. 

I’m too naive to grasp the things that need understanding. What I know since that occasion ensued until now, is that God is there, forever and a day and never deserted us. 

To Where My Happiness Lies

I take a crack to put you out of my mind so far as I could yet I can’t. The reminiscences of you inexorably flood back along with your voice inured to bellow my moniker meandered in my ears causing me to have wakeful hours of darkness every so often. At this moment, I am making steps towards you without me even realizing it. And I’m thinking of what am I going to do at this moment in time where my heart is in rummage for yours. 

Nonetheless, one thing is as plain as the nose on your face. I merely pine for you so as to lay hands on the love gone astray which we previously have for one another. I know it’s after the event yet the thoughts of you just can’t wrap up rushing back in my mind. I get the picture that the sole being I needed is barely you, the lass I solely desire to be with just round the corner and whom I want to go halves the odds and ends of my existence. 

At this instant, I’m genuflecting scarcely propounding the affection of you I’m yearning by a long chalk. You are the grounds I lingered breathing, devoid of you is akin to seen better days. You are the grounds I’m cleaving unto the sanguinity that I still have a reason to subsist. Reminiscent of having you is the paramount chapter of my life. 

It’s easier said than done flipping through you who I’m inured to be with day by day. My heart is the worse for wear seeing that you weren’t here by my side at this moment. It’s kind of agonizing me deep within whereas thoughts of you unyielding to flood back in my mind even supposing I put myself out to put you down to experience. 

I aspired destiny would allow us to have a further jiffies together, blissfully smitten with each other, where there is solely you and me. And as that moment come to pass, can you just not let me down?

It’s the lone thing I asked for, to rush back to you. Can you tell me I could go back, to where my happiness lies?

By your side.