“Promises are made to be broken?”

Promises, promises…

“Promises are made to be broken”

No.

Just because you cannot keep your own promises, you make that excuse.

Promises are not made to be broken. Promises are made for the other person to know how committed you are in doing something. Promises are made for YOU to measure your own commitment to someone else or even to yourself (if you make a promise to yourself).  Promises are not simple words. They are words that should be full of meaning. The person you made that promise to expect you to honor it. They put their trust in you.

I’ve come across a few human beings who love to make promises to me. I know better now. I don’t take their promises seriously anymore.

To me, honoring a promise is a reflection of who you are.

 

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Careful!

Simple.

Be careful of the words you utter.

Be careful of the actions you show.

Be careful of the decisions you make.

You never know when your words, actions or decisions might hurt someone.

Try to be truthful and mindful.

Sometimes, maybe it’s best to sugarcoat a few things (depends on the situation. Please don’t do it often). 

What irks me right now are those people who thinks they’re being honest / real but their opinions are downright rude. RUDE. There’s a thin line between being honest a.k.a ‘real’ and being rude. Don’t share your opinion and be rude just because you think you’re being extremely honest.

Like I said, be careful of the words you utter.

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Arghhhument!

Over the years, I found out that it’s best to step aside from any arguments I’m in because I’d end up saying something that I’d regret.

It’s not the way to live.

As angry as I am at them, I will try to figure out a way to release the anger somewhere else.

AND I FOUND A WAY!

Thus, each time, I’m in an argument (with family/friends), I would imagine that I’m slamming doors on their faces and boom, anger gone!

 

How about you?

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Took me a while to realize.

I’ve never known how to be happy with just me.

  1. I’ve always thought that I need someone, a man, to make me feel happy. I believe that being in a relationship will make me feel a million times happier because there’s someone to love me back and accept my flaws. No, I don’t jump into relationships to find that happiness. I’m the kind of girl to pour my heart and soul to someone. It worked for a while, we made it work but things changed. I lost the happiness I was clinging onto. I felt lost. I don’t know how to be genuinely happy for a while. It took me months and countless of sad love songs for me to realize that I’m wasting my time moping around over the lost of someone. Even though, the feelings for him still lingers at the back of my mind, I realized that I can be happy on my own.
  2. I always feel happy when someone compliments me. I need that kind of reassurance to make me feel that I’m doing something right. Thus, I do things in my family in hopes of them appreciating me and complimenting me. It doesn’t always work. I can do all the good things but they’ll never realize how much I needed their appreciation. It’s frustrating but hey, they’re my family and I love them. Lately, I realize that it’s not impossible to be happy without getting any compliments from them.

Now, I realize that happiness comes within me. It took a while to find it but now that I do, I will lock it in my heart. No one can take my happiness away when I’ve come so far. I won’t let them.

 

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Unfinished…

I write stories (short stories & etc) and mostly, they are fiction. As crazy as it sounds, I imagine a lot, hence, why I love writing fictions. My imaginations need to find a way out from my cramped brain and writing fiction is the only way I know how.

However, I have one problem. I have a lot of unfinished stories waiting for me to open them again. Just patiently waiting in my ‘rabble dabble’ folder. It’s frustrating.

Although they were born from my imaginations, I still get writers block. I contemplate so many things as I try write a damn good story. A I write, the characters come alive, so real in my head and they put their two cents in. I’m not crazy, I swear. I could close my eyes and they’ll speak to me, telling me what they want to do and how they should do it. It’s even worse when I’m writing a story with many chapters. Usually, those type of stories ends up being one-shot stories (or short stories).

Another thing, writers block is not the only reason that contributes to me unable to finish a story. The pressure of writing a good one in order to impress others is also one of the matter. I write for everyone to read, thus, HUGE PRESSURE. I want them to love it, to go crazy for it, to cry, to smile, to laugh….to feel so many emotions just by reading my story. sigh. If no one can feel any emotion while reading it, then I feel like I’ve failed them.

Still, even with so many unfinished stories in my secret vault, I do start new ones and they all suffer the same fate. I guess, I’ll read them back and hope that the ideas come rushing in like waterfall.

If you’re currently writing stories, I hope you’ll be able to finish them. 

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