Love… it feels good to love and be loved in return…. It is so good to be in love… to have somebody to hold, to laugh with, to cry with… but what if a once sweet love story has turned into a bitter ending?
Memento mori, a Latin phrase which means “remember that you have to die” or “remember you must die,” or “remember you too will die.”
If you cannot be kind to those who are far away from you, you cannot be kind to those who are near to you. Kindness knows no distance, knows no race, knows no color and knows no religion.
According to the infographic “Why ‘Me Time’ is so Important for Happiness,” having a time for ourselves reboots our brains, helps us unwind, improves our concentration, makes us more productive, gives space for self-discovery, allows time for deep thinking, aids in problem solving and enhances our relationships….
The British Association of Art Therapists defines art therapy as “a form of psychoteraphy that uses art media as its primary mode of communication,” (Frank, 2015, Huffpost). It uses the creative process of making art (such drawing, painting, playing musical instruments, dancing etc.) to express unspoken feelings and improve a person’s physical, mental and emotional well-being.
Sometimes, we will find ourselves in the middle of choosing between what we think is good for us versus what we think is right for us.
Seven years ago, I’m still blessed to have a third life and from this day forward, I will always cherish the life that God has given me.
First of January 2018. This is my first post for the year and I don’t intend to make a lengthy one, I’d rather be concise and precise on what I … Continue reading Note to Self
Depression is a kind of feeling that is hard to explain… is like a little demon in the head that tells a person to feel this, to do that and that sudden desire of not wanting to live any longer.
“A cup in hand, you know it’s worth your while,
A cup in hand, let’s sit and stay for a while,
Let minutes turn into moment,
Let’s sit, let’s talk,
One moment, one Nescafe.”
Before I became a teacher, I was a writer; before I was a writer, I was a researcher; before I was a researcher, I was a production assistant, and before I was a production assistant, I was a neophyte trying to build a career in the corporate world.
With all the heartaches and distress that I have been through, I learned to love myself more. It is the love for me that allows me to let go of those who do not value me, who do not care me.
Sometimes, losing something means gaining more.