Feed your mind with good thoughts and the good life will follow. Have you heard about all the good motivators and uplifting messages on every social media platforms ?
Their videos of self help, encouragements does have something in common ” Focus on yourself “Focus on your abilities ” It’s what makes you happy, It’s what makes you feel good It’s your power, it’s your mind , it’s your body and you should think of this ,do that ,don’t be like this and so on .
But those are empty words,it might sound a bit striking during hard times if that can set you too a good mood then what’s wrong ?Why do you still feel empty afterwards?
Because it’s empty it’s just words a mixture of letters in the alphabet
Aren’t you tired of listening to these voices ?
Some People always feel unmotivated and sad because of certain reasons. One of the biggest reasons is regret.
If only I did this, I did that.” It might have been like this or that.
To be honest this thoughts are tiring and then you’ll gonna realized it in the end that tolerating these thoughts makes you either unproductive or depressed.
It doesn’t make any sense at all. It will only make you stuck in the same ground.
What has your inner voice telling you ?
Go on , dust your self Fight !! or Give up ?
Sometimes it’s not what you are hearing , it’s what you have been listening that shapes you for who you are.
Are you tired ? Restless ?
Do you want to just slump your ass down and cry ?
There’s an inner voice inside of us yearning to be heard …
El proceso fue duro. Fue miserable, desordenado y doloroso. Pero durante esos momentos de llanto y momentos de me senti que “no tengo lágrimas que llorar”, lo que lo hace inolvidable es el alivio después de liberar un profundo suspiro. Libera una calmante sensación de libertad que no puedo explicar.
La gente tiende a perseguir las cosas que los hacen felices. ¿Pero quién sabe qué los hará felices? La felicidad no dura. Es la alegría interior lo que dura para siempre. Es la fuente de fuerza en los momentos más difíciles, es la columna vertebral de la esperanza en las pruebas.
¿De dónde viene la alegría? ¿Viene de la satisfacción y el desapego por el amor a las cosas materiales?
No, con el tiempo se anhela algo.
La felicidad es un recipiente sin fondo. Eventualmente tus elecciones requieren que te mantengas comprometido aunque no haya certeza de ser feliz.
Si buscas la satisfacción personal, con el tiempo te quedarás vacío, pero si buscas la fuente de la satisfacción, que es el propósito de tu vida, siempre tendrás esa razón para ser feliz y estar contento.
As she sauntered along the unfamiliar route. Breathing slowly as she passed the growing bushes of figworts. She roams to chase the direction of the moonlight, feeling the cold gush of the wind beneath her hides.
Running aimlessly ,like a vagabond, quick, as she turned her head up to sniff the sweet and misty fog came brushing above her nose.–A held tight to the shadows of the unknown. Sensing carefully thorough the brush of trees, and crumbling sound of the dry leaves from the ground. If there’s any clear indicators that she was followed, the quick footsteps from the hunters made her swallow the last mount of moist in her mouth.
Her keen senses from her fluffy ears that she got from her mom, and how the pain of losing her from once heard of a shot , her loving eyes drift off.
She hears everything the sound of the machine , the men and their armors , as she was drifting, changing paces looking for a safer place to hide. Until the sounds of the steps was gone.She woke up unable to move her head. As her antlers was caught up tangled on a twig. She was struggling but it only makes things worst. Closed to giving up until she heard some footsteps behind the old oak trees.
A poor farmer found a severely wounded, gazelle in the plains while he was meandering on a morning routine walk. He walk an inch to check on her if the animal is still breathing. She was struggling to live, her head was bleeding , seems like some vicious animal attacked her while she was nibbling some fresh buds. Out of compassion , he removed his handkerchief on his neck to pat the bleeding part of the gazelle’s head, and he poured some oil in the open wound .
And tied it with some medicinal herbs to stop bleeding. He carried her home, fed her and allow her to eat and walk freely on his vegetable garden his only possession.
The gazelle became healthy and strong but her wild free- spirited nature can’t wait to explore the world beyond the fences. Her master loved her dearly that he check on her once or twice a day to make sure she is ok. But she thought that wasn’t the life meant for her. She can’t wait for her master to set her free in the Forrest.
He was planning to free her on the boarders of the Forrest beside the riverbanks where she can get enough water and food to sustain her ,it’s quite far from their home garden which is a common camp of hunters and wild-lings. And a time came where he needed to say goodbye, and open the fences , but for some reasons he felt a sudden pain on his chest and as he gave a gasp and fainted and dropped on the ground.
The fence left open , and as she was wondering how and why would her master lay on the ground inactive. She then fixed her eyes on the violet sky , the humming of the birds and the gentle morning breeze. She looked through the white linings of the clouds that seems to touch the mountains. And the Forrest, how lovely it is as her wide eyed wanders the vast spaces to run and be free , she was captured to set her foot out from the garden where she used to live.
As she leaned her head back , gazing his master lying still on the ground, and the open fence , and all of a sudden a blow from afar that almost hit her toes, she halted and galloped towards the bushes of berries as fast as she could, where would those things came from. Confused and frightened she sniff and gently lowered her head to hide . The sneering man with a gun run towards her direction pointing a gun on the bushes , as he went closer, he lowered his gun aiming her peeping head , all of a sudden something caught his attention , he halted and ran on the opposite direction,he ran to her master.
Help! help! someone help, as he tried to carry him when a group of people huddled to him and carried him on the truck. She was left alone in the bushes and the bees and bugs crawling on her back as she tried to observe her surroundings. Quiet and tranquil as possible she moved very slowly and swiftly galloped to the plains.
She was free again. Highly spirited as she gazed up the midnight sky. Alone beneath the stars as she remembered her mother’s smell, the warmth of her breath and her masters way of calling her to get closer to him .
The Sun brightly shines as she gently get awareness of where she is . An old oak tree’s shade giving her a shelter. Now she felt that the moisture from her mouth was slowly hurting her throat. The dew from the grasses aren’t enough to satisfy her drought. The Darkness finally touches the sky as she ..She became weary due to the harsh sun and unbearable heat.
As she sauntered along the unfamiliar route. Breathing slowly as she passed the growing bushes of figworts.She roamed to chase the direction of the moonlight, feeling the cold gush of the wind beneathe her hides.Running aimlessly ,like a vagabond, quick, as she turned her head up to sniff the sweet and misty fog came brushing above her nose ,A held tight to the shadows of the unknown.
The mind and heart has their habit of making squalls of cloudburst and if you are too naïve, that storm would take over your mind and worst— your life .
Yes, And if you wonder of what you have been believing all this time might be a product of you deciding to believe it.
And without questioning it, without allowing your mind to comprehend the hidden and indecipherable acts of nature.
The more I became curious about human mind the more I accept the fact that Wordly Intelligence is void.
It never stops and it has no limit . It is the Tower of Babel building and rebuilding inside us we don’t notice it.
We are going against our faith but if we are cautious and stand from what the mere foundation of everything the Bible has the answer.
Is it just that because you have questions and you are too lazy to find the answer you’ll just go accepting anything.
No , The more you ask the more you accept the fact that you have that limit , the limit is between these three spaces ” I don’t know”.
And Once you have accepted the limit you will see yourself as very limited unless you are connected to a Higher power who has the access to everything an outside and super natural force and immesurable by our human mind.
I don’t know if it is because I read too many waywardly compromisisng books about Metaphysics but is that so? That it created waves of doubts in my mind.
Openmindedness isn’t always neccesary.
So how is Coriolis Effect relatively connected to my writing? Coriolis force is basically that force which deflects an object in the right of its true path in the northern hemisphere and to the left of its true path in the southern hemisphere — snipped from google
Coriolis Effect is my own description of how I perceive our minds and hearts at some point of time there are always contradictions.
But I decided 7 years ago to set my foot on the Higher ground the Rock that is Higher than I.
I may say I regret opening up my mind on other philosophical theories just a thought of it makes me feel that I disregard my beliefs in an instant but the more I know the more I ask for more knowledge.
It’s just that my mind is a questioning machine.
So I accept that fact that I don’t need to know and If I would like to immerse myself in knowledge it would be to glorify the One who is behind all wisdom and knowledge and the One who created everything . God has all the answers and the Bible proved it.