Words can walk through a million thousand miles, words can travel into the depth of space, all that it would take is someone to listen, someone to read, someone to understand.
Namaste guys, how are you doing, am doing doing fine I hope you are too, I have decided to interview anyone who is interested, so I will write down the questions and if you are interested ( I hope you are) then go ahead and answer them. Thanks .
Q.1 how are you doing ( hope you are fine)
Q.2 Do you hope one day to become a famous writer or blogger
Q.3 Did you have any problem when starting your blog ( if yes what where they)
Q.4 Do you ever feel like your work isn’t appreciated.
Q.5 Do you write because you have to or because you want to.
Q.6 if you could ever wish for something concerning your blog what would it be.
Q.7 Has the covid-19 pandemic affected your writing: space, spirit, stlye, inspiration, or schedule in any way. ( If yes how.)
Q.8 What would you like the WordPress administrators to do to help you improve your blogging entity.
Q.9 Do you consider yourself an introvert, or an extrovert.
Q.10 if you could tell other bloggers one thing what would it be.
My fellow bloggers I would love it if you could answer this questions, it would mean a lot ( totally optional), I would love to know you more😘😊
Sitting here, on a wooden bench, the wind blows East and west, a gentle touch it gives to those abode, some are confused in unknown righteousness, and some pray to the creator for safety.
Oh dear stranger I wish I had the guts to talk to you, yet as you swing by with a grin on your face, I become indecisive on whether to talk to you or not.
Hey guys, I have written what I felt sitting and observing my environment.
Once upon a time, the story says, there once was a girl named Pandora.
On her wedding day, the mighty God Zeus gave her a beautiful box as a gift. The box came with a note, which said: “DO NOT OPEN.” Attached to the note was the key to the box.
“Why would Zeus give me the key to a box he did not want me to open?” wondered Pandora. All she could think about was the contents of the box. What wonderful, mysterious thing had Zeus given to her? Jewels? Gold? Wanting to know what was inside consumed Pandora.
Well, as you can guess, curiosity got the better of her and she opened the box. When she lifted the lid, out came every evil things in the world today – envy, sickness, hate, disease. Pandora tried to stop it – she slammed the lid shut, but it was too late.
Pandora began to weep. What had she done? Why did she open the box? She wished she could go back and undo her terrible mistake.
Then Pandora heard a voice, soft and quiet and gentle. It was begging Pandora to let it out.
Pandora opened the lid once more.
There was something small at the very bottom of the box that Pandora had not yet released – hope. Pandora let hope out, releasing it into the world. And, as the story says, everywhere the evil things went, hope went too. All that was touched by evil – so too was touched by hope.
And hope made all the difference in the world.
Ok, there is a moral for us in this story.
What I love about this piece of mythology is how beautifully it illustrates this concept: emotions are most powerful when they work in pairs. The moment when hope is released from the box always gives me chills – but I doubt the story would have had the same effect if hope was the only thing in the box. Introducing hope at the end of the story is made all the more powerful in contrast to envy, sickness, hate and disease – which Pandora had already released.
I hope that by now, you have heard this message: in order to inspire giving – we need to use emotions in our communications with others. Emotions are incredibly powerful. Emotions are one of the best tools we all have. If you aren’t triggering emotions and making your family, friends or even ur frenemies feel something, you might be in the wrong dimension.
We all made and still make mistakes. It’s just left to us to correct them. You can’t be perfect but you can be unique. Everything was put in place to ensure life had a spicy, sweet, oily and chunky taste like that jalee be from India, or the French fry or more or less, my favorite jollof rice and chicken 😋. It’s just communication, one way or the other. Some people create ruckuses for no reason. Just communicate, whether it’s your compassion 😌or the anger👹 you let out. Just make others feel something, make yourself feel something but positively😻.
True, we all have our good and bad sides but we just have to make others feel something in doing so. When I say something, I mean the positive. We all make mistakes, you must have being someone’s Pandora, by letting out that anger and anguish or even giving someone the love that overflows in their heart. Or maybe, someone was your Pandora, by doing the unforgivable but like you already know we are just human. They are just human so couple that unforgiving spirit with love, compassion and forgiveness. It’s a ripple effect – someone may just do the same for you.
The lesson from Pandora’s story is this: emotional triggers are even more powerful when they are contrasted and paired together. Like a good mixed drink, emotions are strongest when you combine different ones together. Tom Ahern* calls this the “emotional twins set” – when you put together two powerful emotional triggers: one negative: fear, anger, disgust – and one positive: hope, optimism, compassion.
Like the sadness you feel when seeing a child in need, and the hope you have when you realise you can make a difference (then – the happiness you feel for helping, and the sadness of knowing more children still need help).
So – are you contrasting the light and the dark? The good, and the bad? The love, or betrayal ? Joy, or dismay ? We need to use all the tools at our disposal to solve the problems of the world that were released from Pandora’s box.
Hey guys, in this covid -19 period I am always at home,😐 and I have got nothing to do, other than watch T.v , read, do some chores , sleep and write😖, it’s kind of boring, at times. When I am not writing, I either watch TV, or read.
That’s basically what I do when I am not writing, kind of boring, but literally got nothing to do other than that😔.
I hope you are doing fine, I really wish you the best time as you read this, it makes me really happy to have you with me.
Thank you so much for always supporting me , it really means a lot to me, like every single time I check my blog and look at the notification tab, it always has at least one like, or maybe a comment. I would tell you this , it always puts a smile on my face, thank you once again
To all my future followers, thank you, for reading and stopping by, there are so many blogs out there, but you chose to view my work, thank you. I promise not to disappoint you, I will bring you the best write ups that I can provide, thank you so much.
To everyone who has viewed my posts, I really appreciate that, thank you so much, I wish you could see the smile on my face when I see that someone see’s my posts, thank you, thank you😊
To everyone on WordPress, whether you viewed my blog or not, thank you very much for the unique contents you post, it sure changes life, I have surfed for some blogs and I tell you, wow they are wonderful, please keep writing for me ☺️, and for everyone who likes your work and who look up to you, on behalf of everyone thank you for writing.
Thanks everyone for all the support, compliments, criticism, and for the feedbacks, thank you, I will always be grateful 😘😘☺️😊💖
👋 morning, evening, afternoon, kunichuwa, bonjour, wherever you may be I greet you.
In our universe a 🌟 star explodes and dies every single second and there’s you, worrying about work tomorrow. @BluMarten – Twitter
That is the main subject of my post, when you read that, what do you feel ?, how do you understand it? . For me it still leads to hope, we always bother about various things, worrying and stressing, but yet there are stars up there who logically die every second, then I wonder who are we to worry, we still have hope of another day, we have hope that we will see another second, but those stars don’t even have that chance yet they shine as bright as they can ( it almost makes me cry, those little, cute stars😌), we are people, we face problems, we will die one day, we face life threatening situations, but yes we musn’t give up. Someone once told me that tears come in the night but happiness comes in dew morning😊
Thanks for reading, and pretty pretty please 😣, stop worrying 😊 about tomorrow, it will sort itself out😉❣️
Hey😊, I personally believe that where you write means alot to your writing health, I don’t really have a specific place for writing but I would say I write as long as I have inspiration, I write as long as the voice in my head has something to say. If I ever wanted to have a customized writing spot, it would be quiet and serene, it would have a little hammock and a small couch😅, it would have a laptop ( baby pink in color), the room would be painted brightly and colorfully to give me a positive vibe, and on a small table there would be alot of candy and a little cup of tea🤷, nevertheless I can write anywhere as long as am calm and have got inspiration.
Thanks for reading, do visit my contact page or probably comment on what you think I should write about next, I need titles or referrals. Thanks 😊💖
“you’have got to dance like no one is watching, love like you you’ll never be hurt, sing like there is nobody listening and live like it’s heaven on Earth.”_ William.W. Purkey
Hi😊👋, I really hope you are fine, today my course list dictates that I have to find a quote and write on it, so sincerely I searched because I didn’t know any quote that I loved so much, while searching I saw alot of quotes by different people, but then i saw this particular one, and it struck me , because I realized that this one was unique so I decided to tell you guys how I feel about it.
😁, So many times in life we have to have less fun probably because of who is there, in whatever we do we have to do it as if nobody is watching, you could say it’s seeing the bright side of life. There are so many risks in life but we still got to take’ em, I don’t know how to really explain but all I can say is to every situation, to every problem, to every step and decision, hurt and pain, sickness and agony there is a bright side. If you learn to forget who is there you learn to forget your fear.
Today is a bright day, the sun is out and the sky is blue, the clouds are happy no sign of tears in the eyes, so I want you to shout like nobody is there, dance as if the whole room is your bedroom and it’s just you, sing like you haven’t got a sore throat and time isn’t going to stop, do what you want to do wholeheartedly, to your fullest😂 capacity, your highest point, do it like you don’t give a care in the world. All am saying is be happy. One thing I have learnt so far is that there are some unique people in this world who love enough to hate enough, they can love you to end of the world, but they can also hate you to the depths of the sea😅, whatever you do, put on a smile, be bold and do it to your highest boiling point😊.
I can hear the shrubs beneath my feet as I walk, the stick breaks with a sound, it goes cra- sh—- the wind blows my hair, the chill that runs through my spine is evident as my teeth clatters my body shivers, the tall trees look like walls clashing together to devour me, my heart goes badump- badump, I wonder why, as many thoughts run through my mind a drop of water falls to my face but all I can think of is the night before I became the girl in the woods….Sonia sighs.
Sonia is a young orphan who was raised by foster parents, Mr and Mrs. Adams. Left to harsh hands of the world at a rather young age, she is forced to run away. It all started a few weeks after she settles into her new foster home. Her new parents had adopted her because they had no children of their own.
They treated her like their own until fate changed the sounds of time. Mrs. Adams got pregnant and after a while, things turned around worse. The couple’s behavior changed and all their love and attention had fallen to their yet unborn baby forgetting they had made a promise six years back to take very good care of then nine years old Sonia.
Things got eventually really bad and all efforts to escape physcial and emotional abuse from her so called parents proves abortive.
The night before she took the decision to settle down in the woods, she had gone through alot. The new mother, Mrs. Adams was having one of her post natal mood wings again and she faulted Sonia for not clearing the baby’s toys. She resulted to slapping and physically hurting Sonia. That was the end of it, all the abuse was going to end. Leaving a thank you note behind, she leaves the place she once called home for the woods.
Hey guys, I know that it’s rather confusing but according to my course, it says I have to see a picture and make a story out of it. I saw a pic of a girl walking into the woods and that’s what I made up, do tell me what you think. It’s inspired by child abuse stories and how life has left some people with no choice but to consider no one has family. Yesterday, I wrote about hope and today, am giving it to anyone who could need it. We all go through struggles in life but where there is a will, there’s a way.😊
You should try it, search a picture online and then from what you see make up your story or maybe try to imagine yourself in that situation, it really works😌
Hi, morning to you or perhaps evening. Wherever you are In this big world greetings to you. Today I want to talk about the word hope it is just a four letter word yet it carries alot of weight. I personally believe that if there is hope, there is life. Many people love to see the sunrise because it’s beautiful but I like to see the sunset, because it means hope that I will get to see another bright morning. I believe in hope you should too.
” I knew it……… this wasn’t the first time it was happening. I could feel it, it’s almost like a simulation or lucid dream, as if someone was playing with my mind. Now am sitting and thinking, was it all an illusion, is my brain slowly becoming indifferent to the rest of the real world. I felt like it was something i had forgotten yet i had to remember. At some point, i thought of just forgetting that it ever happened. I said to myself ” i was just hallucinating” but i just couldn’t accept it. I was at war with myself, i just had to remember. Where, how and when did this happen before……… i just had to remember.” I thought to myself 🤔🤔.
Just before it happened, there was this vague sense of familiarity that washed over me as i walked into the room. Just seconds before i turned, i knew that this had happened before and i could predict my next move only a millisecond before it happened.
I sat there in the event hall, my heart throbbing along with the music, and lost my sense of reality. Something clicked. It was in the brisk temperature of the room, the buttery lighting on the stage, the swell of the music–especially in the music. My mind sang, “You know this! You’ve been here before, heard this before!” It couldn’t be; this was the first time I had set foot in this place, the first time I’d heard this piece of music. But the ache of familiarity was so powerful, I began second-guessing those simple facts. The world felt like my earliest memory, like a dream half-remembered. I had the queerest feeling that I’d lived through this moment before…
But then that moment ended, & so did the odd feeling. Shaking my head, I mumbled, “Deja vu.”
This wasn’t the first time it had happened. Am not sure am the only one it happens to, but feeling a sense of uncertainity is not quite enjoyable. I did a little psychological research to be sure i was not going crazy🤪🤪.I was on the very brink of knowing all it is possible to know, but the barrier of impending doom held it at bay. For the briefest of moments, I knew precisely what was to occur, yet could never be certain until the event had taken place. Who was I? What had I done? Had I fallen like one of the princes? Had I been born into the land of forgetfulness, and to die like a man?
I somehow knew that it had happened some time before… I was living a moment that had already been lived. Everything was familiar in my eyes. Then in that fleeting moment of familiarity, all that might have been lived before deemed itself brand new.
Am uncertain still unable to figure out why it happens to me….. Or maybe you🤷. So I concluded my mini research and thought to myself, this is certainly familiarization of some sort. I haven’t time travelled and I have certainly not reincarnated, I figured it’s just a little moment or that one sparkle the brain goes through to relief itself of all it’s stress and worries.
We all had something to go through, the quaratine and lockdown saga is surely not comforting. Being alone sometimes Sparks that ugly memory or even the most wonderful one’s. De ja vu is one many Sparks of life in the human brain, you are certainly normal though you are believed to have some spiritual connection or speciality – one thing is we are all special.
The best facts are that, all our disabilities and abilities are what makes us special. What makes you different doesn’t kill rather makes you stronger, special.
Love every part of you. Deja Vu is just a slight cliche of mirrored reality on that part of your brain. You ain’t mad just normal.
I’ll be very excited to hear all about what makes you special and unique.
Forever yours, teenage girl who’s trying to get though life,
Hey😊, so far I have learnt a lot of things, including where to put my commas and where to put my fullstops, I have learnt many things but one thing that distinguishes itself from the rest is that I have learnt that if I believe in myself and my abilities I can do wonders. I have learnt that I just have to believe. For you out there, believe in yourself and you can accomplish alot😊😘
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