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Then a lady excuses herself to get into her seat just a couple of chairs away from me. But before she got off she told me that she wants to pray for me. And that prayer put me in a state of gratitude. Every word in her prayer are the exact things I’d like to be prayed for. She’s like reading my heart. It was amazing how she was able to do it. Everything is just spot on.
Love is a language we all speak. It is universal. It is visceral. It gives us a sense of significance. But a love misunderstood with ego destroys a life of purpose.
I was once a boy. I was once in love. And I was attached to the feelings. It was addictive. It was self-centered. It was unquenching. It was a zig and zag road. My entire existence I have mistaken it for truly loving. It was painful. It was dull. And it was unnecessary.
Happiness is dancing in the rhythm of your soul. That is why I encourage you to fill your life with experiences that will nourish your inner being. I urge you to be whole in the love of God. I know life may throw a different game at you, and I am sorry for not being there (yet). But take heart and grow in faith. Let us find our path towards maturity that we may never rely on each other for validation. Neither you nor I can complete each other for in the love of Christ; We are already made whole.
On each breath I take is an empty space
Filled with love and mercy born from His grace
They said it is sad to be alone,
let me count the reasons why…
Recently I’ve been on an emotional downhill. For several months, my mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts. I was depressed and my productivity at work is a testament to that. Sleeping had become a struggle and daily waking up had become a tiring routine. I always wanted to go out and I became an impulsive buyer (the very thing I denounce). I tried to cope up by stress eating. Playing badminton had been a sigh of relief. A bit of jog makes me forget, at least for a while.
Before learning that story, my subconscious mind is always busy with complaints. But I now realized that the problem is buried deep within my heart. When my heart is
Kill that boy
and let the Man be born.
Devour your fear with perfect Love.
Friday night, you took an exceptional life – the love of my life, the mother of my son – but you will not have my hatred. I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know, you are dead souls. If this God, for whom you kill blindly, made us in his image, every bullet in the body of my wife would have been one more wound in his heart.
My foot awoke and breathe its own life
My hands groove under the ryhtm of the night