Paradise Syndrome
Paradise doesn't have to be a sandy beach, bright blue sky or luxury resorts. It can be whatever you need it to be.
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Paradise doesn't have to be a sandy beach, bright blue sky or luxury resorts. It can be whatever you need it to be.
Some people can be so dumb, It's unbelievable. I guess its not debate able, When folks say, COMMON SENSE IS NOT COMMON.
My name is Rou, but to those all around me, my name was Rou.
My message to you today is inspired by a thought I had when I was on the bus home. It wasn't the 'what am I having for tea' question which is the first thing teenagers say when they come home.
i just wanna take some time and write about the things i have. im thankful for it all, this world has shook my hand. ive found a bit of happiness, when i thought my heart was cold.
“I had notice you changed slowly after valentines I thought it was just a phase and it would be fine. But after a while I questioned your actions It did not match your words so there were suspicions.
Friends are true they always have you back. They support you in what you do and help you when your feeling down. True friends give you advice and tell you right from wrong.
I have posted many post, and I have used most of my Energy, Love, Anger, Fear, Sadness and versatility, but yet I'm struggling to identify myself with this years post: ILIVEFORYOU!!.
In his pocket, cold and stiff A lifetime can be found, entombed In leather, once fair penny's worth Now shabby memorial to the doomed.
Friends... What are friends?. Are they people who talk to you. Are they people who like or comment on your Facebook status. Are they people who smile at you, or stop to talk to you??. No!.
I got incredibly drunk last night. Today I lay in bed staring out the window, thinking. I thought about how much I would like to have faith. I would like to know that this life is only the beginning.
Would you believe if i told you it is opuss which is motivating me to write Not for the quantity Not for the rank Not for the top today Of the week of the month of the year .
Ok Lord I've had enough. I need to get this prayer thing right and take it by the scruff.
Some people play the victim One person that I know.
Oh Opuss I can hardly say, How chuffed to bits I am, Since becoming a Mog I'm in a state, Of purrfect marzipan.
If I could listen to music forever, I would. It sends a message, picks me up when I'm down, matches my every mood, gives me ideas and above all, makes me happy.
Friends. A simple word isn't it. It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends. I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to.
It has been a full two weeks since I've signed on into Opuss for the first time (thanks to my friend @abriefstory who's my batchmate in university!) and I've been addicted ever since.
Much to come on this. Chatting to my Dad, while on a walk out in the (rare for this weather) sun, a woman drove by, that I mentioned look like his Mom, my Gran, He agreed.
I got some surprising news today.
I know I said the first one would be about revision but recent events have gave me some inspiration. Friends.
People smile at me when we cross paths. I hold hands with the one I love and see him smile and tease. I get the chance to save kittens. I finish reading a book that makes me reflect on my life.
The past few months have been a struggle. Some things are not just meant to be. I guess life has to go on. It does not mean we don't grieve , we have to grieve or else it's not normal.
My brother My best friend My hero My inspiration Every time I make a decision, I ask myself, "Would Danny be proud?" If not, I walk away.