Go after dreams, not people.
I always thought “hope” was such an overblown term, such a falsified feeling. Till now.
Now I know hope is the only thing keeping us going on during hard times. It really is. No one can say or do anything that will make you feel better if you are on the age. It is such a strong feeling inside. There is no better tomorrow, till hope comes around. Hope is a promise, a goal. Hope opens us to new possibilities.
My chronic illness is killing me inside. Past days I have had so much negative thoughts, dark emotions. I truly wished I could vanish. In silence and dignity.
I can’t live my life with the body I have. My life was not ment to be that kind of horror. It was supposed to be magical. Not a battle against pain and fatigue every single day. But it is and will always be like that for ever. And some period of times, I don’t have hope. At all. And if there is no hope, there is nothing…
And still. There is beauty around us. Helping each other to see that beauty is a wonderful thing. Going trough it together is even more wonderful. Hope is a key concept to see that beauty even though life is hard on you…
Pain is real, but so is hope.
… what a beautiful day.
does love pick you
do you pick love?
do you choose who to admire
is it a feeling you have nothing to say about?
if love is not all there is,
comes that warm feeling from inside of us
or from somewhere above?
stays it with us for ever
is it gone after a while?
comes it back when you need it?
I wonder… does love loves you back?