Monday, November 25, 2013

“What would you do if you were not afraid?”

Was reading through many other blogs and I stumbled upon this: http://familyonbikes.org/blog/2011/11/50-lessons-i-wish-i-had-learned-earlier/

 Imagine if you're in well... just anywhere, and wanted to do something, but you didn't. Reasons: could be a lot. Could be few. Most of the time, it's that fear. Fear of shame, fear of being weird, odd and different. Fear of being laughed at. Fear of being rejected, or ignored. Fear of things going wrong. It could be anything.

So when I was saw that, I did, somehow pulled to that imagination of a world without that fear.
"What will I do if I was not afraid?"

Sunday, November 10, 2013

I am Sorrow

I am not in sorrow :P

That's the name of a poem.


Just wanted to share an extract phrase on how one of my favourite character (and it seems that she's real) view refugees:

The End of Your Life - -


I woke up today felling incredibly irritable.