Happy New Year

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Happy New Year all.

Last year was a trying year, but I still have to give thanks. Writing and conversing with awesome people from around the world is so much fun.

This year, I expect great things. This year I wish blessings for you all. I wish that all your dreams and aspirations come to fruition. But most importantly, I wish did you all peace and longevity. :mrgreen:

Namaste.

Giving Thanks

Sometimes we get so caught up in the rigors of daily life that we forget to appreciate the simple blessings that life offers. Tomorrow is not guaranteed, so let me use this opportunity to give thanks to the small blessings that I have received:

  • My Parents: For supporting and providing for me throughout my adolescence years, now I have the opportunity to give back.
    • The many meals they provided
    • The wisdom they’ve imparted
    • The sacrifices (financial & emotional) they’ve made

 

  • My Girlfriend: She came at an opportune time when I thought all hope was lost in finding an ideal partner. She’s loving, compassionate and supportive. If that in itself is not a blessing, I don’t know what is.
    • The big hug I got from her this morning. I could feel the love flowing through her into me
    • The muffin we shared because we we’re running late for church

 

  • My Job: Though it’s not ideal, it affords me  the opportunity to handle my responsibilities. A lot of persons are home sending out hundreds of resumes in hopes that they can get even a mediocre job so that they can take care of their expenses.

Each day is truly a blessing and to realize that, we must focus more on the positives. I know it’s easy to focus on the negative things that are happening in our lives because they’re in our face, but for every bad thing that has happened to us, there are three or more good things that has happened or will happen. It’s just a matter of perspective really.

As you go throughout your day, I leave you with this quote:

The more elevated the soul, the broader the outlook.

~Hazrat Khan

 

 

 

Passion

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When you’re passionate about something, you always give it your best — mediocrity is an ingredient that’s not on the table.

Last Sunday a young woman sang at church. The passion in which she sang literally woke me from my slumber (a pastor gave a speech that had the same effect as taking 5ml of sedative). Her voice was majestic and my skin was covered with an armor of goose pimples. I hung on to every note that flowed from her lips. And that’s what passion is. Passion moves people. It causes them to walk away feeling good.

Sometimes, life causes us to forget or suppress our passion and we get stuck in jobs that we’re not passionate about. As a result, you may or may not give it your all. At that time you become robotic and scripted — living merely to pay bills and cover expenses. That’s no way to live, but then again, we have to pay our bills somehow.

What are you passionate about?

 

Today’s Thought: Life’s Imperfection

“You are defined not by life’s imperfect moments, but by your reaction to them. And because there is joy in embracing—rather than running screaming from—the utter absurdity of life.”

 

— Jenny Lawson

Read more: http://www.oprah.com/quote/Jenny-Lawson-Quote#ixzz2iXJyD2WJ

Death’s Party

When death gives you an invitation to an all-inclusive party, does knowing that you will be going make it any easier?

If the doctor tells you that you have cancer and your life expectancy is two months, on the last day of that last month, will you be at peace with the idea of dying or will you be scared?

When it comes to death, is ignorance better?

What are your thoughts?

We were to grow old together

You were my friend. My confidant.

You understood me completely. When we argue, we would quickly make up, for arguing seems so trivial. Being mad at each other seemed unfathomable.

Our first child was a blessing. She had the same sparkle in her eyes like her mom. My son was as charming and as handsome as I. My favorite time was family time. We would play games like taboo and guesstures and have long debates on topical issues.

Now you’re gone! What am I to do?

I see you in our daughter. Your aroma lingers throughout  the house.

My best friend is gone. My confidant is no more.

I’m being consumed by depression.

Life, is meaningless …

We were to grow old together!

I miss you my love!

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P.S. Don’t worry, she’s not dead yet! 🙂

My greatest fear is losing my love. Every time I think about it I get extremely sad. Death is inevitable, I know that. But sometimes it comes too soon and robs us. Robs us of our loved one. Robs us of possible memories. Robs us of happiness …

 

Back to Reality

Where is all the color.

The place is so gloomy.

But everything else seems to function the same.

Hmm…This requires some getting use to.

 

Hey Grandma. I haven’t seen you in years. What are you doing here?

I live here. She said. In this dull boring place?! I couldn’t live here. It’s seems so lifeless.

You will get use to it. She said. Something got my attention and I glanced away.

When I looked back she was gone.

I feel heavy and weary as if I’m being held down by some gloomy force.

I heard a humming and when I looked around, there was someone in a black robe writing in a book.

What a strange way to dress. I thought.

Hello sir. What’s your name? I asked. Ted Haima. He replied, without looking up at me.

What a strange name. I thought.

Ted Haima said he wanted to show me something so I should follow him. Reluctantly I did.

On our way to – wherever, a lot of people seemed to know him. They all looked at him with fear?

He must be the one that runs this town. I thought. We arrived at an accident scene. It looked awful.

I asked Ted what happened.

He didn’t respond.

I went to have a closer look.

It was … me! How could this be?!

Ted looked up at me. Revealing a skeleton structure where his face should be.

The stick he had in his hand was actually a scythe.

You are …

That means I am …

It can’t be!

Wait, TED HAIMA = I AM DEATH

I woke!

Alive and unscathed!