Strong minded creatures are beings of rich and beautiful souls. Their perception always thrives therefore is extremely heightened. It’s very easy to hurt them because they read in between lines. They are prone to making assumptions and are usually vigilant. Strong minded creatures choose their friends wisely due to thorough analysis which helps them to avoid human parasites.
The little Bib climbed up the flower stalk and saw a big giant eating cheesy, crunchy and frozen cookie socks. He snatched them from the giant and ran down the green plant stalk. The little Bib went back into his house and ground the cookie socks in to colourful dust. He felt extremely tired but he still decided to climb back up the flower stalk. When he reached the top he sprinkled the dust all over the plant. The flowers changed their colours and became brighter and more vivid. Petals were shiny , soft pink and beaming blue. The funny occurrence scared the giant, who had suffered from indigestion, and as a result of that he sadly exploded. His remains turned into compost and fertilised the surrounding forest. The little Bib lived happily ever after with a beautiful plant by his house.
I walk towards the blue heaven of goodness which derives from the Universe. I allow it to caress my soul and take care of my battered inner-self. Nothing matters anymore except peace.
The mind wonders and you feel lost in the black hole.
Life is like a yeast cake made according to your taste and the recipe you’ve chosen.
This is how I picture anxiety- a grumpy & sneaky creature with no real power to destroy you except for manipulative nature which can influence your mind and maliciously gnaw on it.
Don’t be the abandoned bag in the middle of nowhere when the world is falling appart! Be proud & unique bag of goodness which brings positivity & kindness into the world. Look after yourself facing & destroying difficult times with your strength. The most dreadful times don’t last forever!!!
The positivity resides in little everyday things. The world might crumble bit by bit but the flourishing colours are still vibrant and visible to one’s eye if they only want to see them.
‘Allow me to rest and relax, I will get back to you when I’m ready.My soul needs to recuperate from existence. ‘ – said the wise cat…
Sometimes my mind resembles a nest of one milion tiny maggots who are vigourously trying to destroy it.