“Within every freckle, scar, wrinkle, and crease will lie a memory of pain, or struggle, or happiness, or a fear that was triumphed. More than anything, they will contain memories of a life that was lived.”

Where is My Mind?

Hands are beautiful.

More than any other part of the body.

They show just how worn our lives have made us. They reveal the struggles and triumphs of our story. Every scar, crease, or wrinkle holds a memory of our life; a fragment of our short time here.

Hands tell a story.

Not only the story of the things we have achieved and overcome, but also the story of whatever chronicles were left untold. They reveal a truth about the chances that were never taken, and the memories that never had an opportunity to be created.

Life tells us that there is beauty in perfection, but when I examine my hands down the road, I want to see imperfection. For those so-called flaws will be characteristics of my story. Each will reveal more about my life than any other part of me ever could.

Within every freckle, scar, wrinkle, and crease will lie a memory of pain, or struggle, or happiness, or a fear that was…

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“I speak my truth for all to hear. I shout it to you without doubt or fear…”
Beautiful Nat 🙂

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A weight has been lifted.

The veil has been released.

My eyes have been opened.

A moment of inner peace.

My mind has concluded

that you are not the one for me.

Nothing you say can change this.

Anger has led me to release.

Emotions pent up for so long.

Too much time spent with blame.

I felt responsible all along.

For what was ultimately your shame.

I speak my truth

for all to hear.

I shout it to you

without doubt or fear.

My mind is made up.

The conclusion has been made.

I will not go backwards.

But will prosper everyday.

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Silence Makes the Loudest Sound

shouting on phone

There are some people I know who can’t function without having the TV or radio on. First thing they do in the morning: switch on their cable TV or put on some really loud music. Mind you, this is also how they entertain guests at home: through the remote control.

It’s like a minute spent in silence is deafening to them.

Not for me. I bloom in silence.

Growing up in cozy Novaliches surrounded by trees, plants and having an aquarium of a house all to myself has never opened my ears to the disastrously noisy city of Makati.

I literally cannot function with the radio or TV on when I’m working. I am getting fond of the fact that I can think better and produce more thanks to silence. I don’t want any distractions of the TV, the radio or loud people. I just want my quiet time so bad, its like being paralyzed without it!

Noise aggravates the hell out of me. I can’t even stand people who talk too loudly on their mobile phones or to anyone for that matter (as if the person they are talking to is deaf). I have never felt a greater need for silence especially when I have a tight deadline to meet. And because of this, more and more I detest the noise of senseless talk, the hollow company of television and the incessant need to fill my ears with rubbish music.

And finding silence has been a challenge for me as of late.

I would rather sit in silence with a friend and bask at each other’s mutual affection than share coffee over some senseless talk of who won at Big Brother House.

Noise simply exhausts me.

He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.

― Elbert Hubbard

Choose to Think Quality

Finally, brethren, whatever is TRUE, whatever is HONORABLE, whatever is RIGHT, whatever is PURE, whatever is LOVELY, whatever is of GOOD REPUTE, if there is ANY EXCELLENCE and if ANYTHING WORTHY OF PRAISE, dwell on these things.

Philippians 4:8

Lead a Quiet Life

Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life and attend to your own business and work with your hands, just as we commanded you, so that you will behave properly toward outsiders and not be in any need.

1 Thessalonians 4:11-12

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