reborn grateful again
Dear Reader,
You always get what you give in the end...
no this is not a quote...
we are not aware but what we give in to the world
will come back to us...
its the same with our relationships with one another...
if you give bullshit around you you will receive bullshit...
if you give wisdom you take back wisdom
wisdom from life lessons...
if you take back one step in your life and look at it like a tourist
like you are a stranger to your self....
than you see yourself and things you have experienced in your life
in a different view
you clearly see what you gave and what you have received in return...
so if you start your deeds with a good intention without expecting anything in return
you won't receive bad thing in return...
if you have the eyes to see
even in situations that you did good deeds over and over again
but you received rain cloud after rain cloud
you fell and fell,
even though you are broken, shattered
and pull your self up
find strength to smile back and forgive
the people who have done these to you
and prayed for them to find their way...
reader if you had done that
you already won and received your return
because at the point where you are
you are not reduced to a spec of dust...
you are vibrating radiantly with grace
you learned your lessons
the thing you take back is being at peace
and your gratitude for the lessons
it grows you in your journey
the experience you will get
is more valuable than any kind of material gain...
today after I sent my son to school early in the morning I take a look
at myself in the mirror...
I smiled and got shy looking back at myself...
it felt good to look back at myself...
this was a new feeling for me
if you read my earlier entries you would understand why...(coff..self hate issues..)
today is a bright new day...
I feel like reborn again
reader always speak the truth how hard the truth maybe
it will set you free
Ignite them to after matter, grace
burn their tusk to scarlet ember gown
burn their blurs to clarity blooms
burn their regrets and pains to soft pastel paints
cry their regrets dawned for a false rough cuts
turned you to ashes just to reborn grateful again
specks of dust vibrates with your light in the dark dawn
flickering candles blown to heavy down pour drown
King H. Ironson
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