Death, Depression, God, Heart, life, Self, Uncategorized

Faith smaller than a mustard seed: An Open Letter to God.

My Lord, Hi. Actually, I don't know what to say, or perhaps I'm not sure HOW to say it. Remember when I told you I want out? I was serious that time. I still want to be out, you know. It's because I'm tired of feeling hurt and ignored. I'm tired of disappointments. Not just… Continue reading Faith smaller than a mustard seed: An Open Letter to God.

Inspiration, Lesson, life, Life Goals, motivation, Personal, writing

Inner Demon

DEMON's LIES: 'You can't do it.' 'You're not good enough.' 'You don't have what it takes. 'You're not gonna make it.' Familiar with those lines? Yes?  Most often, we hear these lines from other people but sometimes, WE say them to ourselves. It's our 'Inner Demon' that makes us say those words. I'm turning 25 this coming June, and… Continue reading Inner Demon

Book Review, Books, Depression, Inspiration, Lesson, life, Reading, Reading list, Suicide, writing

How To Fall In Love by Cecelia Ahern: A Review

How to Fall in Love by Cecelia Ahern My rating: 5 of 5 stars I've been reading Ahern's works since forever and I love her novels because they're all heartwarming and easy reads. This one isn't different from all her works. I enjoyed it as much as I did with the others.The heroine, CHRISTINE is… Continue reading How To Fall In Love by Cecelia Ahern: A Review

Death, Depression, life, motivation, Personal, Reflection, Suicide

What I Say When I’m Not Speaking

  I did it again. It happens to me once in a while. I won't speak a word for hours and people can count the words I utter in the entire day. I'm not sure if my family, or friends, notice it but I've been battling depression. Maybe they notice I'm acting weird but they… Continue reading What I Say When I’m Not Speaking

Goals, Inspiration, Lesson, life, Life Goals, motivation, path, Personal

Spilled Coffee

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What do we do when we spilled our coffee?

I know, it should be spilled milk. But I don’t drink milk so I’m just gonna go with coffee since it has been my companion since I was a little kid. And I am too familiar with coffee stain and it has, somehow, got to do with what I’m going to share.

Spilled coffee and stains. (Haven’t heard of milk stain anyway.)

We all make mistakes, don’t we? We’ve been done wrong by others, haven’t we? But whether it’s our fault or not isn’t the issue I’m going to stress here. Intentional or not, who cares? Instead, let me ask you what you do when you make mistakes?

I often hear that we can identify one’s maturity through his/her decisions. I’m sorry but I disagree. Our maturity shows not on the decisions we make but on how we deal with the…

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