Determination

Motivational Blib Blob

Sometimes I become like this grasshopper/ cricket on the windscreen. I do it due to my sacred determination to dissect the monotony of life. I believe the most boring existence has been created solely by its owner choosing to be as miserable and idle as possible. Open the window to your soul and let some of the sunshine in !!!

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Pregnancy Brain

Life is real

Pregnancy is a strange mental and physical state. All of the sudden you feel like some alien force has taken over every single thing you were previously in charge of. If I could compare my brain to an object I would happily compare it to this partially burnt gate called ‘Franky’ who proudly poses for the picture. I’m not saying that a pregnancy is not a miracle- it’s a miraculous and wonderful but freaky occurrence which sucks up every ounce of your energy you’ve had spared leaving you functioning like a Zombie. And yes, every pregnancy is different, some find it easy, some find it difficult and some loose the will to live. I stick with the third option. They say it will pass, it will get easier… Will it really? As far as I know I’m growing a human being inside my body and soon I will be responsible for their entire life until they mature. While I feel rotten to the core I embrace my partially burned and scorched pregnancy brain. Yes, I still manage to find happiness in my newly given sweet and wonderful misery 😊

The Journey

Surreal thoughts

Stained fingers by leaking black treacly ink. Disappointment and confusion caused by an empty pen. Ink dries like varnish on the steep stairs making it easy to reach the top without hardships of life.  

Young, exuberant and fearless me… I enjoy every second of glory paired with admiration from others.

I’m surrounded by loving “ticks”, I’ve forgotten FELLOW SOULS, and abandoned them mercilessly. What a fool of me?!

Thankful to the CREATOR, I express eternal gratitude for my superior life – I’m finally living my dream!!!

Suddenly, my heart slowly stops beating, I try screaming but what comes out is a squeaky sound. 
I fall down, down to the bottom of the shiny almost newly ink coated stairs. I crack my skull open, I drown in a pool my own blood gasping for air. 

FELLOW SOULS appear hearing my yelping. They pick up my lifeless corpse gazing at it with pity.

Oh Lord… Bless them as they take a good care in the name of old times.