Be a better you, for you.

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Remind yourself today to work with all your heart as if working for the Lord and not for the human masters. (Col. 3:23)
Pleasing other people is draining.
Competing with them is tiring.
Fire up the dreams in your heart;
make sure to compete with just yourself;
and congratulate yourself at the end of each day after thanking the Lord for making it through.

THE Light.

Posted on by iya dimatulac

SOME people are going through battles inside of them. Battles you may not even understand. And most of them go home with no one to talk to, no one to vent out to, no family within reach to lessen the depression. I now personally understand why SOME people actually end it all by what they think is an easy way – an easy escape. It is true, you should check on the strong ones. Because sometimes or most of the time, strength is their facade to cover the faltering spirit within them. 

Be kind ALWAYS. Or at least try not to step on people by making fun of them or talk about their predicaments behind their backs. We all have different handling capacity. You do not question people who breakdown because of what you think is a petty reason. 

Proof? Look at Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain. These are just SOME of the people who we see as strong and successful and accomplished but weren’t able to hold it together and gave up on life. 

Again, SOME people are going through battles you may not even understand.

Extend a helping hand.

Go after the light. Always.
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©iyadimatulac

In a world with no sound

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​Seated in a corner of a crowdy place, while eating my breakfast with my earphones, playing a loud music. I am looking at every person my eyes meet; some are laughing or smiling, some are oppositely seated with someone, having a conversation. I see someone lick ice cream on a cone, or take a sip of their hot coffe, while some just pass by, or just sit alone reading a book. Smiles, and laughters- everything just by sight, no sound at their background.

And I wonder, are these people happy, or are they falling into pieces while steadily seated there? Do they see clear things for their life, or they get confused at everything? Do they happily sip the coffee, or they just have no choice but to do it to give warmth to their cold hearts? Are those tears, tears of joy or of sorrow? Are those smiles sign of their strength or a facade for their weakness?

Have you ever asked this to yourself? That what if the world has no sound? Would you see things in a different way? Would you bother to ask what’s behind the front act? Would you listen to what’s unspoken? Would you see past behind the eyes, straight into someone’s soul?

Oh. My mind is giving me a headache.

But hey, have you ever asked that to yourself?

Starting Over. Again.

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​The end.

I have always thought it was the end.
like it was the last line in a movie,
the last page of a book,
or the last breath of a man in an emergency room.

I have always wished for it to end.
Like it was just the last day of summer,
the last leaf fallen off a tree,
or the last raindrop on the rooftop.

Was it the end, yet?

I guess yes.
But then I think again, and say, I guess no.
How will I ever end this?
When will this ever end?

Because I still look for you,
in every place I go, in every person I met,
at any time of the day.
And I still smell the scent of your breath
In the air I breathe, in this world we’ve met.

Has it ended, yet?

I guess no. I guess never.