I was in maths revision trying to revise. My mind kept wandering further and further away from studying. So I stopped and started to listen to my thoughts and figure out what it was trying to say to me. From that this poem had formed -owlthoughts_
Do not underestimate the power of a single idea, however small it may be.
An idea can be powerful enough to be the start of cataclysmic changes in one's life, family, circumstances, community, and even the world.
What idea are you sitting on, neglecting, procrastinating on or not expressing.
Plant it. Nurture it. Be consistent and persevere.
It will grow. Trust it.
You do not eat the fruit the same day you planted it,
Be patient it will grow. Trust it.
From where you are. From your garage, your bedroom, your parent's garage.... Irregardless of your circumstances. Trust that the Universe entrusted you with this idea for a very good reason.
You are perfectly capable of raising it to its fullest capacity. You have the capability to do just that, but you have to be willing to start.
It will grow. Trust it.
Your idea. Your business. Your craft.
Think about how IBM, Apple, Amazon, Facebook, even this medium of Instagram started, just to name a few.
Give yourself permission to start where you are.
There is no such a thing as a small idea.
Think how a whole fully form oak tree is contained in the small acorn, all that's needed for it to show up is the planting and nurturing.
You, too have a whole tree inside of you, only it might show up as an in-spired idea. A whisper so small, that we often dismiss it in search of the next big thing.
Stop in your track, slow down and nurture the gold you're sitting on. It is often the answer to all the prayers you've been sending up to Source.
It had been listening all along, but what about you.
Are you, listening?
Let your Phenomenal Shine always, LPS
She smiles to herself, admiration for the beauty of the world residing in her shimmering eyes, and begins to run, the swirling, foaming tide washing away her delicate footprints, leaving her with no way to turn back.
Leaving her with only her future.
A future she must make for hereself .
#30haribercerita#30hbc1904 Hari ke enam (setelah beberapa saat lamanya bolong). Jadi ya anggap aja "Kali ke enam". Bukan hari ke enam.
Fajar kadzib #part1
Sore itu aku melihatmu sekali lagi, setelah sekian lama tak bertemu. Dan lagi, laiknya masih bersama, kutatap dalam-dalam pandanganmu, namun yang kutemukan hanyalah diriku. Duduk bermenung sendirian menyesali perpisahan, menangisi air mataku sendiri, mengais sisa-sisa belas kasihmu.
Hambar. Kau kemanakan puing-puing rindu yang kutinggalkan disana sebagai prasasti dan bukti atas ketidak berdayaan yang kupertahankan. Telah kau apakan pula sampah-sampah dari sisa kebodohanku untuk berani menelanjangi setiap pandangan yang kau lemparkan, mencumbui jengkal demi jengkal seyum kecilmu.
Kau tak perlu risau. Aku memang tengah menggerayangimu, mencari bagian terpenting dalam album kenanganmu. Tak perlu kau simpan rapat-rapat, cukup kau biarkan ia membusuk bersama do'a dan munajat pada masa depanmu.
Pict by @pakdhetama
Somebody had said this, "After all my anger, all my hatred, all my regrets and all my complaints, in the end all I was left with was Love." It moved me.
The past is hauntingly beautiful. Indeed.
After the ghost of nightmare and negativity engulfs your life, where you battle every single day, with them or with yourself, eventually you get tired. You feel in the end it is only you who is drowning in the black waters. And you just want to breathe some air, the air of love. And what anger couldn't help you with, love does as soon as you choose it. The power is so overwhelming that now you can finally smile. And when you look back at the ghost, you see how tiny it is now, just like a trapped obscurus in some JK Rowling book.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean 'love' as in love with that person. Love here means love of that memory, that story you both had written. It is the 'feeling' you are still in love with. The 'feeling' you will now move on with, for your future ahead. And now you just want to sit and relax, for the first time in years.
We had destroyed everything that belonged to 'us'. So that history never gets to tell our story, especially about why it ended when it was so meant to be. But some things stay, hidden.
I could have posted this later, much later. Maybe after 15years just as a memory of that wild night, as a memory of that beautiful relationship. Maybe after my ego and hurt were done arguing with my heart.
But who knows till when I 'am'. Till when is my individual story written. So why delay when you aren't sure of a tomorrow?
So this last, not deleted, not destroyed photograph stays. As the only evidence of 'us'. As a thank you. As a symbol of sorry and forgiveness. As a parting gift before letting go.Totally! 💙
PS. Even after 50years, I can look at this and say ' could have tried for a better picture. '
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