WAITING GAME.
Looking across the room our eyes met She blushed My cue to make a move But i'll wait for her to Make the approach The head honcho position at the new media outfit just became open But I know am...
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Looking across the room our eyes met She blushed My cue to make a move But i'll wait for her to Make the approach The head honcho position at the new media outfit just became open But I know am...
Viriya is standing in front of a mighty mountain. This is nothing new. There has always been a mountain in front of me, big or small.
People always ask how do you know when you've fallen in love.
An alim (scholar) was asked ‘How do you learn to control your tongue?’. His reply was amazing.
Once upon a time a little monster was born She was open, eager and her spirit was not torn She saw the beauty in everything was so sure of herself Loved to tease, play and was never in stealth But...
I read of a man who stood to speak, At the funeral of a Friend.
So I'm training to be a fire fighter. It's awesome, as far as I'm concerned it is a definite career path for me.
With every breath it takes, try and learn from your mistakes. If you fail try once again, as only the strong will come out sane.
I wonder what's next. What has life got up its sleeve this time. You never know if something amazing is on its way or it could be your last day here. That is the mystery of life.
That amazing moment when you feel so sad or angry and that one thing be it music, a picture or a text from someone lifts your spirits into absolute happiness and makes you feel so much better.
It's hard to fight our emotional connections with situations and people. Thoughts can be prevented through distraction and procrastination but emotions are existent and merely suppressed or expressed.
The Messenger PBUH has told us that closer to the Last Day, time will pass by faster and faster. A year will feel like a month, a month like a week, a week like a day and a day like an hour.
Writing this blog is therapy for me, putting things down in black and white gets it all out of my system, all the hurt, pain and misery.
April 23 @ 1:34 am I have many things in mind that I want to write about but every time I would plan to start I always get stun and all the words just fly away and starts to vanish leaving me...
Pressure. A word with the power to break someone. Pressure from friends. Pressure from classmates. Pressure from teachers. Pressure from myself. I am not broken yet.
I told her that I wanted to start over. We'd both start as single and flirt. She acted okay with it over text, but I know it killed her.
I don't know how today is going to go. No work, but not for a good reason. I'm sitting in my parent's lounge in Birmingham, with full anticipation.
I'm trying to be a better man. Working as hard as I can. Staying home not going out. Indicate at roundabout. Saying my thank you's and my pleases. Saying bless you when she sneezes.
One evening an old Cherokee warrior told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all".
...Real Pain For My Sham Friends...
That time when your reading a book and you relize 3 hours have past.
Sometimes, when times are good, and I feel supremely positive, my life is a bright and breezy day at the beach.
If there's one thing I've learnt in life, it is that sometimes it's okay to be selfish.
Look I made a lot of mistakes in my life/. Took a lot breaks in my life/. False start in the race of my life/. Took my time to take the strides/. To actually changing my life/.