Tag: Life
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Look at that dog. He sees exactly what he wants. No second-guessing. No wondering if he deserves it. Just…wanting. And if you want it so much, that you can’t take another day not having it or attaining it, then what are you gonna do about it? If the wanting remains an idea, a dream, without…
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After writing the Name It, Claim It blog post, I kept looking for a better way to describe how we treat God like a cosmic vending machine—and then I found it: Yes, sometimes we humans try to rope God into our dark plots and use God to help us scramble to the top of the…
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After weeks of hiatus, lack of imagination leading to a lack of drive, I’m finally back to writing here again! And it even feels like my ideas just keep pouring out of my head, spilling into my fingers, so that I itch to type them immediately. This has been the kind of everyday I used…
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And the pearls sat inside my drawer, waiting for some occasion worthy of them. Some of them are starting to wear out, waiting for that day. And I know that they are there, sitting and waiting. Perhaps waiting for me to wear them even without an occasion. Sure, my pearls are still pearls, carrying memories…
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This fear of feeling like a failure has been nagging at me during the quiet moments of the day, when I am left alone with the voice inside my head. It settles in—uninvited, unhurried—like it knows I won’t chase it away. And then, as if to answer something I hadn’t yet said out loud, I…
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As a party host in a crowd filled with 30s and above, I need to do a lot of convincing to get them to at least have a slice of cake. But with children? All you need to do is convince one, and then like dominoes, they would begin to flock around the cake to…
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It feels like a gnawing from under my skin, pushing my brain to go wild. I just want to pull my skin off from my flesh to make that sick feeling go away, to let pain rule instead. Pain feels better, like meeting an expectation. At least it’s concrete. But waiting and not knowing for…