Pensive car selfie. I am very deep. I think very important thoughts. (e.g., In The Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy sees Auntie Em looking for her, why is Auntie Em yelling, “Dorothy? DOROTHY??” at the ceiling?) #deepthoughts#selfie
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Sorry for my poor English skills. Still working on it . NOW DON'T JUDGE ME OKAY .
Journaling prompt for the day ... #beunguarded most of the time we walk through the world with a protective shield on... from the outside we look fine, when asked we say we are “good” or “fine” when maybe we’re just getting by. Pick someone you trust and let it all out... try being unguarded - get real and raw!!
100 years ago life was harder but simpler and more honest.
WWI for me is the last war when it was clear who was the enemy, what people were fighting for, and fighting was generally face-to-face honest. Afterwards, things started to get blurrier. And nowadays, it is so much harder to understand who is the aggressor and who is the victim. Although people seemed to be so well informed, they are as never the furthest from the truth. Killing is now possible from thousands of metres by a simple act of pressing a few small buttons; no personal contact required...
The one thing stays the same through: those in power are sending those who are poor to fight their wars. This most likely will never change.
Wishing you a peaceful ANZAC day, friends. Being born and bred in a military family I feel this holiday deeply with a huge amount of respect and admiration for those men and women in uniform whose everyday service allows us to sleep peacefully every night.
Freedom is one of those illusory concepts that you only appreciate when you loose it. Let us all never know how it feels 🙏💙.
I am sorry.
I am sorry that you tried so desperately to fix others,
When your own hands were shaking.
I am sorry that I didn't give you enough time to heal, That I Iet you seal the wounds of everyone else whilst your own were bleeding.
I am sorry that there were days when smiling hurt but you forced yourself to laugh so that no one had to worry about you.
I am sorry that you gave all of your time and effort to people that didn't give the same amount back.
I am sorry that there were nights when you cried yourself to sleep and no one bothered to understand why.
And I am so sorry that I didn't love you, like you deserved to be loved.
Amidst the green alleys, I've build a home for us. two storey building, with a porch and greenery. where i've planted some dandelions. the ones which bleed yellow. you told me white was never your choice. to the right of the building, a couple lives. a happy couple. a boy often comes to our porch and he greets me with a warm smile. i offer him one dandelion whenever he visits me. lately i came to know that the child's heart is that of the happy couple's.
to my surprise, i watch him come almost everyday now. he had come today, this morning.
when i gave him the dandelion after having our daily chidish conversation, he asked for some more. i plucked three to four of them and handed to the boy.
everyday i used to see him offering the dandelion to his mother. she used to accept it with a hearty smile and the child's face flushed red. but today was a complete different occasion. The boy held my hand with his delicately small fingers and took me to his home. he clasped the dandelions with the other hand. he offered them to both of his parents. it was their 10th anniversary. to my surprise i noticed no one in the home, except the three of them. the woman thanked me and told that it helped her smile everyday whenever her child offered those flowers.
i always told you, they are a happy couple, happy in their small ordinary world and the child being the soul of their world.
i sit on the bench, outside our home now. i watch my dandelions slowly closing its petals, though at a very slow pace. it is evening. i do notice, the flowers have also lessened its growth. maybe i know why. dandelions were always a treat to your eyes. but is it still now? i too want our child to offer you a dandelion. everyday in the morning.
but will you run away with me to this place?
where i could call it "our home"
or do you find orchids more alluring now?
the ones which grow beside your house.