"Kendinle baş başa kalmak istersin. Bir asma kilitle başlar yalnızlık yolculuğun. Kimse gelmesin diye kurduğun güvenlik sisteminin ardına saklanırsın. Baş başa kaldığın bu yolculuğun, gerçekten kapalı mıdır dışarıya? Kurduğun tüm sistem, gerçekten güvenli midir? Evet, demek istersin ama çoktan şifreyi vermişsindir...ve şarkıya başlarsın, 'ne seninle ne sensiz'...
korunmak için astığın asma kilide bakarak.
One fine day, you will have to get up and kick ass.
Since the last couple of days, I have been feeling sick and very low and blue. The feeling was so low that at one point of time, I got sick of it and wanted to STOP feeling low. You know how it feels to be feeling under the weather, lying on the bed, while the room is dark and gloomy making the situation worse? Fortunately, I reached a point when I started feeling sick of feeling sick!
I got so frustrated with feeling low that I pushed the blanket away and started creating a to-do list and cleaning my surroundings and running errands!
It's very 'easy' and 'comfortable' to be under the blanket but the shit gets real when the blanket is literally out of the way :)
Arguably our biggest barrier to God is our own self-importance.
Why is it so easy to be at odds with God? My perspective? It is so easy in today's world to be focused on self. Self love, self reflection, self care, self development...
We find ourselves feeling so self-important that we are "offended” by a creator who wants us to serve Him. Wow.
What makes man believe they are god of all things and that we should answer to no one or no thing? There are many answers to this - most notably the programming from society. The wickedness in high places BENEFITS from our focus on self. But I digress...
Belief in self is easy, yet so complex. We run in circles when we try to create our own answers. But with Him, life is simplified... yet it's the hardest journey to walk because we must die to self daily. And from experience, I can tell you that few things are harder than chipping away at your own pride.
Her new thing was that she read the paper a day late. That way she didn’t have to turn every page with a big ball of anxiety in her stomach, like she was just about to read the piece of information that people were going to be exploding about all day long. The blow-ups from yesterday’s news were finished, finito, all done. And she could just get her nerves the old fashioned way… from her coffee.