I’m standing here at the lip of a crevasse…
I fall
I’m standing here at the lip of a crevasse…
I fall
Categories: Life is a Bitch

“We do not stop playing because we are old ; we grow old because we stop playing…”
How many people make an effort to laugh and find humour in their everyday lives? Everyone`s been stressing so much about exams – yes I have too, I admit – but you have to take time to relax each day and enjoy what each moment brings. To take you through this tough time, you have to visualise your dream – when you lose your dreams, you die . Remember what you are striving for – what you want to be and what you want to do for people when this is finally over.
We have so many people walking around us, who are already dead but do not realise it . Never lose your hope or dreams . There is a big difference in growing older and growing up. You could be six years old, lie in bed for one full year and never do a thing, and you will turn seven . If I was 99 years old, and stayed in bed rotting I would turn a hundred. Growing old does not require any talent or ability . Everybody has to grow older. However, the idea is to grow up, and always notice little opportunities that come by your way . Live your life, don’t just exist. Take risks, take chances. Enjoy each moment, have no regrets.
“People usually do not have regrets for what they did, but rather for things they did not do . The only people who fear death are those who did not live, and they are the ones who lived a life full of regrets…”
Categories: Reflection
That`s how I want to live my life.
Maybe I get a little grumpy in the mornings before my morning coffee, But I usually perk right back up after that ! It seems like for the past 2 weeks I`ve been stagnating, doing the same thing over and over again. I`m just so burnt out I can`t find what`s needed in me to motivate myself. At this point, I guess all I can do is just keep trying harder and hope that will be enough.
Till then, au revoir!
x Be my phlare of light, my inspiration ! x
I won’t be made useless
I won’t be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Categories: Reflection