On days when I get tired. I'd wish for the presence of a stranger and their warm embrace, to narrate to them my benign ordeals...l'd wish for them to listen, for them to walk across the freshly cut field, for them to fade into the sunset;
for me to never see them again.
I will do the things I have to do today, but at night... tonight let me flirt with the death, it never listen my petitions, but let me whisper my wishes once again, what if ..
what if finally reach a hand on a last dance and kiss me till I lose my breath...it would be lovely.
one day, i know my love will consume me. maybe it will even bring me to my end someday. nevertheless, i continue to do it because this is what i'm here for: to love and let others know just how deserving they are to be loved.
..and we made love. with our scars on.
Even when doubts starts creeping in , you keep moving , you stand back up first , you endure first , you become the example you wished someone had been for you.
Because one day , the people behind you might become stronger simply because you refused to stop walking.
I learned that weโll never be prepared for everything, but everything is always preparing us. What happened had to happen, what left had to leave,
and whatโs coming is meant to happen.
Nobody talks about how Godโs love is not transactional. It doesnโt increase when youโre faithful and decrease when youโre not. It doesnโt reward your good seasons and withhold in your bad ones. Itโs the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Sometimes you'll get exactly what you prayed for and it will scare you, because once you have it in your hands, it's under your control, and that level of responsibility can be overwhelming. So in all your prayers, pray for wisdom too, so you know how to handle your blessings.