Размисли куда идеш.
То није одустајање.
Само тако слободан бићеш.
Једино своја осећања поседујеш.
Никада не престај у снове да верујеш.
I love my life, the things I can do, experiences I can enjoy, but most of all, I love being me: a writer, gamer, and training to be a fitness model.
These journeys sum up who I am because they reflect my passions and dedications.
Going to slam a back workout for my first workout then I'm not sure what to train next.
The positivity that I get from friends and family including my squad @mantaspros @samuelvanest @thericardocruz @jamesbemis13 @geswein36 @david.irons15 @and especially from my coach @iamichaelgreen shows me that with support, I can do anything! So let's go get our dreams and let no one decide our fate but us! #fintessmodel#fintesslife#fintessmode#fitness#fitness#writing#writinglife#music
For him to figure out how to remove the collars he needed to be able to control his magic. Ihlvo had not yet taught Bart much magic, but his control over what they had taught him was growing day by day. The lessons he learned from Ihlvo and Toznar flowed through his mind as he fought his way through the wind and snow inching his way towards the inn.
Once inside the inn, Bart went to the washroom. He took off the cloak and heavy boots, hanging the cloak up and sitting the boots on the floor near the door. Better to let them dry in here than getting ice and snow in his room. He shook the snow out of his hair and headed down the hall. He could smell dinner cooking and followed his nose downstairs to the kitchen. “Cecilia, the horses are fed and the stalls are cleaned. I’m done with my chores for the day unless you’ve thought of anything else. What’s for dinner? Something smells amazing!” Bart squeezed in right next to Cecilia and tried to take the big spoon right out of her hand.
Cecilia slapped his hand away and laughed. “Boy, get out of my kitchen when I’m cooking. You know better! I don’t know who’s worse for trying to eat dinner right off the stove, you or Jonah! Shoo, boy! Go wait in the dining hall!” Bart’s smile immediately turned into a frown at the mere mention of Jonah’s name. Two years at the inn and he still hated Jonah more and more every day. Bart turned, left the kitchen and went down the stairs to the dining hall. He sat at his usual table, all the way in the corner away from where most of the customers sat. Jonah walked by and scowled at Bart, but did not sit down. The two boys had learned that it was best not to spend much time together. They only had meals together if Cecilia insisted and even with chores they avoided each other unless it was absolutely necessary. .
#writing # #handwrite # #lovetowrite # #letterscanexpressthefeelings # #wordshurt #
ആരിനാലും സ്നേഹിക്കപെടാത്തവളെ.. നിനക്കും പ്രണയിക്കാം.. മനുഷ്യനെ അല്ല.. മനിഷ്യനൊഴികെ എന്തിനെയും.. കടലിനടിയിലെ കറുപ്പിനെ നീ പ്രണയിക്കൂ,
നിന്നെ പോലെ ആരിനാലും സ്നേഹിക്കപ്പെടാതെ കറുത്തുപോയതാണവിടം.. കറ്റിനിടക്കുള്ള നിശബ്ദതയെ നീ പ്രണയിച്ചോളു, അതുപോൽ നിശബ്ദമായി.. വെളിച്ചമില്ലാത്ത രാത്രികളെ മാത്രം പ്രണയിക്കുക, എന്തെന്നാൽ വെളിച്ചം നിന്നെ സത്യങ്ങൾ കാണിച്ചു ഭയപ്പെടുത്താം.. സത്യങ്ങളെ നീ എന്നും ഭയക്കണം.. അതുകൊണ്ട് നീ പ്രണയിച്ചോളു.. എന്നെങ്കിലും ഒരിക്കൽ പ്രണയം സത്യമാവുമെങ്കിൽ അന്ന് വരെ മാത്രം നീയും പ്രണയിച്ചോളു..
If you find you often feel stuck in the comparison trap, ask yourself what is really triggering you? Is it a desire to be somewhere else other than where you are right now?⠀
Is it envy that someone else has what you want, and you fear you can't have it too because they have it?⠀
What I've found is that understanding that when you see someone else enjoying something you desire, this is actually showing you what's possible for you too. ⠀
It doesn't mean it becomes unavailable because someone else has it.⠀
It means it's possible! How brilliant. ⠀
And trusting that you're exactly where you're supposed to be - and that you have everything you need right now - helps you believe this even more. ⠀