IN HER THOUGHTS

In the same birthday spirit, some words for Ma Some stories are harder to tell than most and it's not for a lack of trying or for a lack of words Some emotions are nearly impossible to express no matter the time you have This is one of those difficult stories that comes with those difficult to express emotions I have little memory of when our journey together began But I'm sure you know about every moment Where I am in life is a testament of how everything began How love was freely given and I had a superhero watching over me So we're here on this day you came into the world I like to believe it was already written that you'd have me I should say you'd have us because I'm lucky enough to not be the only one to come from you A part of you out there in the world Today you celebrate 48 They say life begins at 40 so you've been living for 8 years I'm praying for centuries more come I'm praying you live forever I hope I c

Of course I had to make it all about my birthday. If you forgot it was yesterday. Anyway, thank you next... It wouldn't have been special without everyone who went out of their way. Amongst other presents, here are some wise words, a whole personal birthday letter for me. Imagine!                                                                             - My Inner Voice                                                              They say the best stories are told from the start and they come with an interesting middle part and a somewhat glorious end Well the start is long past now and the only memory that remains of it is it's date You've come a long way since then, I know people often say this but for you it's truer than most While the start is distant the middle part is quite near and the end, well the end is still far from sight It's also said the middle contains all the glorious stories The tales of epic romance The tale

For years’ motivational texts have been telling us to ‘get up when you fall down’ or ‘never let anyone snatch your gift of being alive’. Good messages and I admit when I started my blog I was all about getting the ball rolling but never once did I think of what causes the ball to lose its life or even how to deal with the lifelessness before pumping pressure which most highly it is not equipped for. In case you lost me on the metaphoric language that ball is you, and the pump is what culture, backgrounds or what we are exposing ourselves fills us with doctrines and metaphysics. So rather than looking into the problem, we run to the know-sense, a quick fix remedy instead of patching up ourselves permanently to retain the new knowledge. Instead of solving the problem it is just a moment of relief until the real problem creeps back in to suck out the life in us. The ultimate question is “ why we find it so hard to talk about things that matter .” We have become a generation of

I have always wanted a brother for as long as I can remember. In fact, I still want one only if mother was immortal and the marks of years she has lived so far didn't show I would definitely egg her on to have one. Anyway about a couple years ago the unexpected happened, well on my end that is. My dream was already dying but mother's news "You can finally have the brother you have always wanted" was the best news anyone can hear. C'mon there is nothing in this world that brings such happiness as that of a dear brother to hold, love and caress. But... Heaven's rocking chair had other plans. I don't what mother felt or the thoughts that ran through her mind but if I was in her shoes maybe this is how she felt: Death knocked on her door Life within – had turned cold Her soul so frail, her emotions failing her Silhouetted twilight of her unborn Of the cravings and sleepless nights All gone to waste, she mourns... Darkness enshrouds her existe

“I want to be famous, loved and rich!” Sounds dreamy right? That ultimate goal we peg  for ourselves thinking only if we achieve this we will happy or let alone feel good about ourselves. The game we play most of the time trading what we love with what we think will make us happy, respected and recognized. Is it a burden hunched on our backs by societal expectations or a facade  to compensate for our insecurities? Well, I believe it starts from an early stage where it was engraved in our hearts with an hot iron that, “education is the key to success” and what to look forward to is a job. A well-articulated plan with a step by step guide... it is school, school and some more school which by the way teaches you to stay within the confinements of formulas, theories and fixed sitting arrangements. For what reason? That is another mystery I intend to uncover. Anyway after the series of tests to regurgitate what you know, the next huge step is getting a job. The ultimate last pi