do not write about your pains

if it isn't about overcoming, do not write it. it will only immortalize the agony. write about the good stuff, think positive, think happy. happiness attracts happiness. the pain will pass, but only if you let it. so let it. do not dwell on it, do not think of it unless you can top the thought with a resolution to be happy.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things [are] honest, whatsoever things [are] just, whatsoever things [are] pure, whatsoever things [are] lovely, whatsoever things [are] of good report; if [there be] any virtue, and if [there be] any praise, think on these things.  Philippians 4:8


write about the good stuff. tell stories of victory, of becoming a better and happier person, of learning, of the grace of God that is able to heal all brokenness (Psalm 147:3), of His strength that is able to succor (Philippians 4:13), of His love that covers even the darkest sins.

Talk of God. Talk of love. Overcome.

this, too, shall pass

i hate the way you make me feel
i hate the way i know and you don't
i hate the way you keep me here
i hate the way you stay and don't

but i'll stay and i'll smile
and i'll laugh and i'll cry
and i'll live through sleepless nights
but i'll be alright

i'll watch the clouds and then the stars
i will walk when i want, and run when i can
i'll only be stronger, more able
better deserving of a better man

new pen happiness

i have this weird source of joy: using up ALL the ink in my pen and then buying a new one. no, i don't make special effort to use up all the ink. i just watch the ink level go lower and lower each day. and then three or four months after i bought the pen, the ink's all gone and i have to buy a new pen. i looooove new pens.

lost pens depress me. i so hate losing pens. and some people can be so insensitive. they'd borrow my pen and pass it around and then lose it. and they'd tell me they're sorry and i tell them it's okay. and i do try to be okay. but only because i am still beginning to see how weird it is, this thing for pens (which, by the way, also happens for notebooks but to a lesser degree).

the last pen served me for more than four months. march 4 (how could i forget?) up until july 17. it's the second pen that stayed with me until the last drop of ink. i now lay it to rest.

and i just bought a new one today. me is sooo happeh. :D