Looking at your self in a mirror and blaming summer for a lost tan or seeing a pile of unread books, won’t help to ease and complete the tats that was meant to be taken step by step.
It is more than easy to come up with something new and truly possible to accomplish, but how difficult it becomes when you start to take those little steps to a big achievement.
Things we don’t understand scares us the most and it is all understandable that plans fail, motivation lacks and results don’t come. Ah, don’t come quick, but we never push out selves harder or hard to reach that final point.
Procrastination leads nowhere and that’s how we fail.
Don’t just see result at the end of the line. Plan and consider consequences of possible obstacles ahead. There’s always going to be one that you never considered.
Praise yourself and .. be one step ahead of your own IDEA!
If one look can leave a lifetime impression, how does a feeling suppose to be described in one word?
I just wrote a (15 pages long) letter to my dear friend and if you you ask what was all about, I simply smile and say that all I meant to say is “how I miss you”.
Words have power just like feelings – they flow within us, but once we start fully express ourselves – we sometimes.. fail! One word will never express true feeling that is imprinted in our memory – it takes much more than that.
If letters creates words, than words create power which we should always use when wanted to imply what’s truly kept in us.
Don’t leave your feelings unspoken.. and remember one word will never do enough.
It’s hard to say the day is over when you hear your office doors close behind and your next days plans will approach your mind again only when you step in your office building. No. Thoughts and suggestions follows you home up to your sleep time.
The approach to get rid off it is to trick your mind and get that most needed rest.
Why don’t you lie down and try to imagine this : a massive cover of silk sheets run under your back. A pillow is so soft and gentle to your hair that it looks like a gentle summer afternoon breeze keep it floating up in the air. Those light chill infused sheets tenderly drift on your arms and legs. Just like a so needed shade from that steaming sun that run over and made you exhausted.
Such a pleasing and cooling place to be in. No other noises to follow…
Try and if you fail. At least you’ll know my secret.
History. We all have one. Either it’s a building or your beloved neighbour. Roots and stories follow our name tag like yesterday’s unfinished tasks. Something that was never meant to happen or ideally planned and truly prepared.
At school we were taught of our ancestors, they thrill us, like a little flow or electricity. But here we are, an adult life reality and interest in history is gone.
We create our own. We thrill others with our expeditions. This all creates a new day, a new moment to be remembered, but.. it all fall apart and disappear once we are gone as well?
A memory of us will be just a another mark in everyday unknown.