I relax in knowing what I can achieve by owning my spiritual truth, see my life goes in and out of balance. Movement displaces my thoughts, the agony of defeat I try to resist, the depths that reach the cluttered, noisy slice of time are annoyances. I stare down the different ground below my feet as if I am standing on a tumbleweed, prancing back and forth. I am in transition, feeling like everything I fear is next to me. My stomach is in knots. I ask myself, “How to pray will help me endure?’
Then in a tailspin, I know my restlessness begins as a result of putting pride aside. My mind tells me to believe; these disastrous endeavors cannot destroy the fabric of my soul. It’s time to exercise my brain and speak with dire sense and sensibility. Enchantment tales, so intense in my thoughts, are more profound because the elastic of my bodies’ soul and follicles remain intact. Consequently, my heart embraces excellent and valuable information.
What do I believe? A higher power or myself. I think of the higher power within me. Life can be limitless, so perpetuate the power of positivity. Therefore, feel the room, now fill the room with enriching devices, leave yourself little notes telling about how great you are. Second of all, take advice from people who are useful to you, begin to laugh out loud, and, when asked, just state in a beautiful diction, “I am happy.”
My temperament cannot take the time
***Sometimes I may end a blog referring to music bringing my passages depth; I love music***
“Happy” by Pharrell Williams
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