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Cry if you must,

But never let your pain drain your tears,

Don’t let your sorrow drown you in oblivion.

Feel your hurt consciously,

So you’ll never tear yourself up

With the same old story.

Straighten up little one,

Don’t be consumed of your struggles

Because your tomorrow awaits you now.

 

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Anonimity

This is the first time in my entire life that I woke up in a cold summer.

Cloudy, windy and chilly summer, I like it actually.

For a few months ago, I’ve been complaining of hot and humid weather, the kind of season makes me uncomfortable.

 

But, how long has it been for me since the last time I checked out my surroundings?

 

Ah, I never noticed since am so engulfed of my self imposed duress.

Work, studies, relationships, issues… I’ve never had the chance to take care of myself. Not since I’ve decided to be committed to all of those.

 

Until, I lost myself.

 

Troubled.

 

Confused.

 

Depressed.

 

But this day made me realize something, I have to love myself

 

Looking outside of my window, I see those birds flying around like they’re happy that the rain have stopped. Seeing those dark clouds above them? I feel pity for those birds.

Sooner or later, their happy hours will end anytime when the rain comes.

 

I sighed heavily, those birds are just like me. The only difference is that, they appreciate momentary pleasure nature has given them.

 

I blast out a heavier sigh, exhaling out a great amount of air.

I feel pain inside my chest, I can be happy only if I start appreciating the life of me.

Loving oneself, is the greatest gift I can give to myself.

 

Only then, the pain will be gone.

What defines me?

I am well aware of the fact that people from different places, countries are different from one another. But I believe that we all share one common thing at any given circumstance though varied, but it’s the commonality of all race and that is our emotion.

Emotion is a state of feeling of a subjective experience when conscious mental reaction affects us in every aspect of our being. That which, sometimes changes us from our original persona including or behaviour, our perception towards our surrounding, and the people around us. We all experience the “feels” at one point, or in one way or another, but not all of us know how to treat it wisely.

Our emotional strength is what makes us unique, therefore we cannot classify ourselves through our color or race. We mean emotional strength is by how we recuperate from that subjective experience wether our change may be for the best or for the worst.

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The Human Touch

” ‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than the shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul way.”

-Spencer Michael Free-

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