whatever goes.
Okay. So I’m updating my personal blog again just because it’s already 5:30am and sleep is nowhere to be found. I am forced to convey my thoughts into words because it cannot keep pace with me anymore.
so, here goes my rants and nothingness.
I hate that random moment in the middle of the night or at dusk when I get to think of what I really want to do with my life, how much I wanted to pursue what my real dream was, how I would be able to achieve it and how amazing I imagine my future to be. Feeling all positive and giddy about my next move towards my goal and having all these plans as to how I would attain it one by one. It’s good I know. Being optimistic and measuring what you really want, all that and more. It’s as though all the universe will be in my favor.
Not until the sun shines where I can see the world retract on me.
Not until everything was lit up and I can now see what’s around me.
I just feel blatantly useless whenever morning comes, whenever everyone is awake and is starting to go on with their daily lives, while i’m just here, waiting for everything to change on their own. I can feel as if all of what I perceived to be will now just remain at the back of my mind, not being brought to life.
Gahhhhd life, why do you have to be this complicated?
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So whatever. Wish me luck on everything.
I don’t chase after anyone anymore. I’m tired. So if you wanna walk out of my life, then I’ll hold the door wide open for you.
(Source: sheamnessy)
Keep Your Fork
There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live.
So as she was getting her things “in order”, she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.
“What’s that?”came the pastor’s reply.
“This is very important,” the woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say.
“That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the woman asked.
“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the pastor.
The woman explained. “In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!”
“So, I just want people to see me there in the casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, “What’s with the fork?”
Then, I want you to tell them:
“Keep your fork….The best is yet to come”.
The pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman good-bye.
He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.
She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the woman’s casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand.
Over and over, the pastor heard the question,
“What’s with the fork?”
And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died.
He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right.
So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Author unknown
The Law of the Garbage Truck
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.
My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly.
So I asked, ‘Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!’ This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, ‘The Law of the Garbage Truck.’
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on you.
Don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so….. ‘Love the people who treat you right.. Pray for the ones who don’t.’
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it.
Author Unknown
