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Morning Journal Prompts

What are 3 things I want to feel today?

- Motivation (I’ve been lacking of it for a year now. Is it normal?)

- Readiness (I need to work on this more. Time management is the key)

- Acceptance (Learn to go with the flow of whatever comes in your way)

What are the 3 things I can do that will support me in feeling those things?

- Think of the things why I should be. (Roof over my head, a job that sustains my everyday living, my support system, healthy body)

- Prepare earlier. :))

- identify the things i can’t control and go on with my day.

What are 5 things I am grateful for?

- Personal health and my family and friends’

- Roof above my head

- Foods and other necessities

- A job

- Clothes to wear

- An eye to see a new morning, a fresh perspective that everything will work out accordingly soon. (Oops, this is the 6th one. It means, I’m more than grateful.^^)

Feel free to copy, paste and repost to your timeline so we can learn from each other and share the things we are grateful for. Stay positive!

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It’s been a while. 

To changes, growth and newness, cheers!

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I always wondered what being addicted to cigarettes or alcohol was like but then I realized it’s the same thing as being addicted to a person

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Yep.

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I believe you find who you are when you stop looking for yourself in things you used to love.

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I love you way more than I should, but less than I really want to.

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This is the short story of how I fell in love with you: I looked at your eyes. They were the color of leaves in autumn, I could see in them the strength of a lion. I could see how your eyes were not perfectly defined, a little blurred around the edges. Then I traced their surroundings, the crinkles when you smiled, the way your mouth curved when you talk. Then I started listening, I heard your silly laugh, that of a five year old. Then I felt your hand in mine, I knew how much you wanted me to hold it. I loved it when you would just look at me for a while, and I would feel completely adored. Could you look at me once more? I will never fall out of love.

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To truly get over something inexplicably painful, you must forgive yourself first, and the person who caused misery into your pierced heart. Then accept that you once chose that life, the one you despise at the moment; take it all as lessons to be remembered.

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It is a risk to love. What if it doesn't work out? Ah, but what if it does? -Peter McWilliams

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Where to from here?

You know when love is just beautiful? When you find someone who’s creases in the palms of their hands perfectly match up with yours? When that person’s smile is like the sunrise to your happiness? Just the mere thought of them creates a tidal wave of butterflies in the pit of your stomach, but in a good way. When you awake every morning to either their scent right beside you, or a sweet text message telling you everything you want to hear. When that person makes you feel like the only human being existing in their world and you just feel an endless supply of love, like nothing, not a single thing can bring you down? I can’t tell you about that kind of love. I can, however, tell you all about the dark side of love. The kind of love that feels like the most poisonous, addictive drug that courses through your insides and rots away your very core. The kind of love that leaves you both numb, a hopeless void, and at the same time as contradictory as it sounds, in excruciating pain. When you find yourself sitting in your dark bedroom at 3am, just staring in a type of catatonia caused by racing thoughts of how it all ended up here? When you become all too familiar with the taste of your own tears and you just bleed your eyes dry until you can’t cry anymore. The type of love that has you shaking in bed, anxious if they’re going to walk away this time (again) for the millionth time. Wondering, in a constant battle with yourself, if this is your entire fault, if this is what you deserve? It’s like heaven and hell in comparison. That’s how I imagine it anyway. Some people are just blessed with love, with a perfect person, with flowers growing from their fingertips, and warmth dancing around them. But some people are cursed with love, with swollen eyes, and heavy hearts, and thorns breaking through their skin. I have never been addicted to any substance, but I imagine that it’s exactly the same really. You meet this person who you think is so right for you, so intriguing and you’re excited to try this person. That’s your first hit, your first snort, your first injection, your first sip; the first time the drug flows through your bloodstream and it’s euphoria, it’s perfect. It’s warm and it’s magnificent and it makes you feel things you’ve never in a million years felt. You want more, no, you need more. You need them; their body, their smell, their voice, their sound, their presence, their feeling, their promises, you need it all until you become greedy. You become addicted to this person, essentially your own personal drug, designed just for you, baby. And that’s when the darkness comes. This drug isn’t all you thought it was but you’re desperate. It’s not good for you anymore. It’s arguments and miscommunications and not understanding what you want. It’s fights and broken glass and bruises and lust. It’s addiction. It’s adrenaline and screams and sobbing into your pillow. It’s begging and pleading and promising you’ll do anything for more, just more of him, anything as long as you don’t take away the drug. You can’t live without it and by now the scariest and saddest thing of all has happened: You’ve lost yourself. The single, most important thing- your own self- has been lost in this addiction.

But let me tell you something. You will never find your heaven if you stay in your hell and those thorns will never turn to flowers if you stay out of the sunlight.

But I realized that it’s even more important to love selflessly, with no hesitations, to just love freely and without a doubt. It’s not love that fails, it’s the person, the situation, because truth be told, to love is a choice. But choosing love in contrary to the right thing to do is way different. It sucks and it hurts, but it’s true.

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Does it, Time?

A lot of people say time heals all wounds, but that isn't true. Apparently, time heals only the good things that we wish to hold on to forever. Time tells us, "Don't be fooled, this is reality."

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Don’t give up just because things seem hard. You are closer than you think! You’ve invested so much and you never know, just another few more days of believing, another few weeks of doing the right thing, another few months of staying in faith, and you could see that situation turn around. Remember, God is on your side! Keep standing and keep believing because you are closer than you think to fulfilling every desire He’s placed inside of you!

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Long, long time ago.

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Meeting you felt familiar. As though I were arriving home after a long journey a far. This is how I knew it was always meant to be you.

Kat de Leeuw, Home (via wnq-writers)