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Running To Hoard
“You know, I use to remember when my grandmother would always tell me “take a breath”. It would make me so mad. The simple action of taking a breath seemed so silly then. Its only when I began to really open my eyes that I began to see that I was taking so much in my life for granted. See, even the simple act of breathing wasn’t really that simple after all. I realized how much I never noticed how quickly I inhaled right after an exhale. How effortlessly the next breath comes; automatic, almost with no thought. Just impulsively, in full support of me.
By ramona jones6 years ago in Motivation
Everyone Deserves Happiness
Everyone Deserves Happiness One thing I always loved is paper the smell, the feel, there was only one thing that topped my love of paper…NOTEBOOKS!!! Oh, notebooks are wonderful, though my family and friends are sweet, but misguided in this aspect of my love of notebooks. They think it is the cute quote, the pretty pictures or since I am an artist the handmade notebook. It is the classic notebook that makes my heartstrings sing with the hard cover and rounded corners and if there’s an elastic enclosure, I feel giddy just thinking, it just makes things feel so extravagant. The gifts of common notebooks though sweet are never used. They remain boxed up to either be secretly regifted to others or the possibility of someday gaining my favor.
By Dee Mae Elva6 years ago in Motivation
The Boy and The Tree
There once was a young boy whos’ imagination was so astonishing that even he would eventually believe it was real. His family was poor and thus he wasn’t able to experience life in the ways the youth of today does. No bike to ride no toys to play with, no siblings to to share his imagination with, nothing. All this young boy had was a mother, a father, a roof over his head and a small black notbook. His father worked for what seemed like forever so the boy rarely ever seen him. As for his mother, she worked diligently to preserve the home and make sure the boy was clean and had eaten his 3 meals. Since, his mother and father had little money for anything else other then food, water, and the other bills which came with the house. The boy was never given a proper childhood, but the boy understood this and at such a young age he developed his imagination so bright and wonderful that he could escape into another world. A world of his choosing, could do anything, go anywhere, and have anything he imagined! This small black notebook that was empty had began to fill, day after day and page after page a new adventure was captured in his small black notebook. Soon hundreds of pages were full. Cover to Cover the boy had created a new life full of magic and whenever he wanted an escape from his real world all he had to do was open the small black notebook to one of the number of pages, close his eyes and use his imagination to disappear into the world he most enjoyed.
By Sean Whiter 6 years ago in Motivation
lucky little black book
lucky little black book by: the ADHD Accountant - Krid ‘It was a dark and stormy night’ certainly sounds like a dramatic way for me to start my story. My quasi-biographical how-it-happened-to-me tale of overnight fortune. The truth is that it wasn’t a dark and stormy night at all; it was the cumulation of almost 20 years of on and off again sardonic amusement against the gods of speculation. A clever phrase I’ve ripped off of Emily D. Baker, by the way. Though I couldn’t say if she was the first to use it. She mentioned someone named Saltsy?
By ADHD Accountant6 years ago in Motivation
The Seasons of Oneself
There were only two important things in my life last summer. It almost seems silly now that I was so concerned with something that others thought so small, so tiny. But it was so much bigger than that. My whole entire life was in my writing, in the journal that I brought with me everywhere I went. The tiny, little black notebook that held my deepest thoughts.
By Megan Marie6 years ago in Motivation
How to Love Your Luscious Life
I have not been having my favorite year. Like everyone else, I’ve been trying to make the best of it, but also like everyone else, I’ve had my own share of grief and discomfort. But I keep reminding myself that this year still counts. We’re still living it — even if we’re not quite living it in the way we wanted when the year first began.
By Crystal Jackson6 years ago in Motivation
Huntress
Frozen branches creaked all around me. I sat stock still in my blind out in the windy woods. My eyes only saw in black and white, and were playing tricks on me as the morning started to add light to the sky. Every movement I saw made me feel like I was hallucinating.
By Khaiti Hallstein6 years ago in Motivation
