There’s something powerful, more or less magical with the stories we tell. We simply give a clue to others on how they will define us. In due course, we build a community, with communal values and beliefs (maybe), and then we start to challenge systems.
Dressed in an emblem of pride, we tell and retell all mistakes we went through. On the other hand, we can motivate a listener on how to break free from the bondage of these frustrating events. We start giving hints: to struggle and fight even under the slightest ray of hope. The most important thing to become aware of is the power to redesign the pattern of living out of these stories we tell and hear from others.
And with all harmful stories I’ve kept, those had created deadness of my emotions. But I feel sorry that I allowed myself to become trapped in by giving too much power to these hard stories. I shall be freely delivered through grace by one’s unpolluted heart and not by another sinner like me, all doubts and regrets are woven deeply into the blood and imagination.
I tried to stop blogging... but I don’t think that it’s already time to experience an emotional disconnection from this world of soul searchers and dreamers. All my experiences change irrevocably and one character will always appear in the end.
Witness it with me.And yes, this is my new blog. ;)
2 comments:
I tried to stop too, but I think I can't coz it's no longer part of my soul, it is my soul
We always get trapped but the important thing is getting out by ourselves with the help of those that are near us
:)
I have tried to stop blogging a few times in the past but it never did happen because I realized that it has been a part of me to voice out all that I have as an entity in this world.
I will definitely drop by your new blog dear. Memorized that link already.
Allow me to witness you grow, okay? And I'll be here, always.
Besides, miss kita!
(:
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