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Go Green – Everyday beautiful people 84

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Isn’t it interesting how we use colour phrases to express a depth of meaning to certain things even emotions?

The term Going green is defined as making more environmentally friendly decisions such as to reduce, reuse and recycle and at the same time is an idiomatic expression used to express ‘Going green with envy.’

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Lifestyle · Midnight motivation and musings · Self Help

Midnight Motivations and Musings 67

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Naturally as humans, when we are witnesses to the success of others, there’s a deep inclination inside us that experiences a tinge of envy and want.

This is what gives birth to rivalry and competitiveness.

However, there are ways of harnessing our human need to excel and thrive without letting jealous notions be the main driver or our desire.

One, it’s not sustainable to operate that way because your function will be based on clouded emotions that will get the better of you.

Two, it’s never been a successful line to tow and a jealous master is a dangerous one.

Asides from the scriptural angle of things, it’s simply a terrible way for one to spend their lives comparing themselves to others.

It’s a far better approach seeking your own route. If you per chance admire the work of someone else and wish to do the same, be pragmatic about it. Learn

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Fiction · Short Stories · The Daily Post

Saved….

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‘Breathe.’ The doctor urged in quiet urgency.

He gently patted the little one on a body that was turning bluish.

How he hated to lose one of these little ones.

No matter how many times he took deliveries, the wonder of  childbirth  never failed to grip his heart.

This had been a particularly difficult birth and he prayed that the young mother will not come to, just to be told that her baby didn’t make it.

After several minutes of palpitating and held breath, the little one let out an annoyed squall.

Dr. Han’s eyes were pricked with tears. He knew such a satisfying moment.

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Breath,The Daily Post Prompt

Personal · Stream of Consciousness Saturday. · This Is My Life

How many times have I failed? Maybe 5,000 or more. I won’t give up!

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No. (Number) That’s what Linda gave us for today’s Saturday stream of consciousness and I had to remind myself over a no. of times to get up and do it.SoCS badge 2015

Today, I have refused to do a good number of things except lie around and whine in my head. Taking a deep breath after the days almost gone, I haul my butt out to get it done.

It’s not a deliberate attitude not to do anything, except binge on food, but some deep lethargy that seems to have pervaded my mind for the past couple of weeks and this has made everything a drudgery.

I know the symptoms for I have experienced it over thousands of times and so many times when I allow the dragon out of its lair by letting the lethargy fester it never bodes well.

Over the thousand no. of times that I have allowed it take over, it dragged me down into its lair and turns me into a dragon myself. Everything that I am doing would give way for this sniveling, annoying, depressing monster who rears its ugly head when it wills.

It’s a good thing that I always have several bowls of prepared food in the fridge and freezer, so that way, my family don’t suffer on the days that lethargy seizes my bones.

Now that I’ve written, I feel better and can’t help wonder how many times I allowed it to beat me. Can I put a figure to the no. of times it got the better of me? I doubt if I can. However today, it’s not going to get my number anymore. Enough!

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Lifestyle · Midnight motivation and musings · Self Help

Midnight Motivations and Musings # 46

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Ever since I made up my mind to let go of dwelling on non-essentials that didn’t further my existence and probably only contributed to making a miserable day, I found more peace.

Ever since I chose to make conscious, deliberate efforts to apply positive affirmations and frame of mind to my days, it only got better.

Yes, it is possible to live a purpose-driven life.

Yes, happiness is a deliberate choice.

Yes, each day can be as best as we can make it all things being equal.

Of course there are things that are out of our control, like nature and other people’s actions, but we run our own workshop of our minds and home.

Indeed, there are days that are a bit off, but, I’ve observed that once you get into the habit of positive thoughts and living, such moods and days barely last because your mind fights to switch to the frame that works best for it.

Your days are as good as you make them. Be happy not by trying to convince others, but by being yourself and the best that you can be.

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The Daily Post

Concealing Concealer…

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She dabbed on several layers of concealer,

In an attempt to hide her bruised cheek.

She covered her eyes with big, dark sunglasses,

So that no one would notice its pink-tinged state.

She wore turtle-necked and long-sleeved loose tops,

All bright and shiny,

To hide all the bumps and scrapes.

But what she failed to do,

Was to conceal the damage to her heart.

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Conceal, The Daily Post

 

It’s important to note that no amount of hiding and disguising can protect or help an abused woman. If you are in an abusive relationship, seek help before it becomes too late to do that.

Blog · Uncategorized

Blogging Temperament…

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A temperamental blogger who flies off the handle at the slightest provocation and gets insulting, is like a bad tempered , crazy Horse.

No one wants to take a ride on it and risk a broken neck.

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Midnight Motivation And Musings #18

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There are times when we are inadvertently hit by blows that destiny sends our way. Blows that we may never have been in a position to deflect, but one thing is that we can choose our attitude towards how the rest of our lives continues after these experiences.

Are we going to be stuck on the ‘Woe is me junction?’ Filled with bitterness and the bile of it all?

What purpose will that serve? None! Except building up the bile and angst, which is dangerous for our wellness and state of being.

Now, there are also incidents and hurts inflicted on us by others and we bear grudges the size of a mountain for them.

That’s giving someone rent free space in your head. Space that could be used for better things than dwelling on bitterness that takes us nowhere.

Forgiving them does not mean that you have forgotten the lesson learnt from the bitter experience, but it’s a way of setting yourself free.

Allowing these bitterness to dictate your life means that you will always remain in the victim mindset loop.

Cut yourself loose. Whatever it will take to get your life back, talk about it, cry about it, write about it, pray about it…..

….Set your heart free and get your life back.

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Blog · Creative Writing · Poetry/Poems

UNCHAINED….

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The speed of the thoughts
Race in and out
Like a tempest forming
In the nascence of a rage

They are battering and the mind keeps buffering
Until the dams break down
Weakened by the bashing
Of banked emotions

The rage boils over
Tip of the pen races across the paper
Leaving dripping trails
Of blood, gore, tears and fury.

Silence!
The calmness returns.

Devotions · Love · Poetry/Poems

Naked and Not Ashamed!…

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Empty my thoughts,

that I may feel the wondrous touch of your love,

In deep recesses that no light has seen;

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Expose my heart,

that I may understand your words,

through every conscious awakened pore of each moment;

♥

Unveil my inner eyes,

that its lifted sheen may behold,

the brilliant raw beauty exposed in its true nakedness;

♥

Unfold my wavelengths,

that my naked ears may become

attuned to the mysterious calls stirring from the deep;

♥

Pour me out,

that my uncovered lips may enthrall

with language only made known through exquisite expressions;

♥

Lay me bare,

that I may be denuded,

unmasked before your eyes,

naked, unafraid and not ashamed,

when you call me by name.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha