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Posts Tagged ‘Silence’

[1: 1,879 of 10,000] Learning Failure

In Journal on May 20, 2017 at 11:00 PM

I am avoiding making mistakes; then I forego the notion of daring the unknown. I am afraid that outside my comfort zone is equivalent to I am a failure. Yet the itch of not growing shouts so loud from my core.

I am avoiding disagreement with anyone; then I settle to being silent and not seeing the change of getting the present situation to improve for the better. I am afraid that I will not be heard and that my ideas are but a failure.

Will I stay afraid? I don’t want to not use my freedom to be great. I will entertain failure as my teacher. I will embrace mistakes so I may blossom.

Tonight I will sleep and when I see the sun rises tomorrow when I become awake, it is my sign that I have another chance to live life with courage.

[1: 1,817 of 10,000] The Silence of Wee Hours

In Poem on November 28, 2016 at 1:02 AM

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I like the silence of the wee hours
When all I could hear is my thoughts
More sensitive on how my heart beats
A little scared of where my feeling goes

I teach myself to do deep breaths
Maybe in those airs my anxiety fades
To find a balance in my thoughts
Have a grip for my sanity’s sake

Oh how I love the silence
I adore it with a price
Losing a sleep once again
If this will keep my spirit high

[1: 1,797 of 10,000] Enjoy The Silence

In Article on November 8, 2016 at 12:36 AM


I am typing this blog at 12:25 in the early morning, my housemate is in deep slumber, and only the air conditioning unit and my tapping on keyboards make a sound in the whole Dubai apartment… and it is heavenly. I immensely delight the silence where all I could hear are the words in my head and bring them to life through my laptop screen.

It is a blessing to know when my heart is at peace, my head has its space, and act upon my creative output. It is at these moments when I dream that a masterpiece comes to life with every fibre of love and soul magnificently shining through.

Enjoy the silence, which is a luxury to a safe country. And in those moments, I find the time to also utter a prayer that this peace be experienced by beings whose solace is scarce or impossible.

[1: 1,758 of 10,000] Creepy Silence

In Journal on July 19, 2016 at 12:00 AM


Is it just me who feel the creeps in a room that is silent especially when I am stepping into it for the first time. It never grows old, I walk to a silent room and my stomach starts to churn freakily and my heart rate changes. It will take a few minutes before I stabilise.

Is that a budding fear that makes me feel scared of the unknown?

I don’t know but it will never stop me to keep entering new rooms for the rest of my life.

[1: 1,675 of 10,000] I Reply With Silence

In Journal on January 9, 2016 at 7:11 PM

What do you want from me? What is your true intentions for asking me how am I? Are you asking me so I ask back on how are you doing?

I reply with silence because I feel lost and I don’t think I would be able to handle another soul looking for comfort. Leave me alone. I don’t trust you.

I don’t want to look back of the past where it was too dark and filled with drama. I’m letting go and yet it feels like you keep things alive with your constant need for connection.

Let’s move on in separate ways. I’m speaking with silence. Please get it.


[1: 1,601 of 10,000] The Race Inside My Head

In Article on September 26, 2015 at 10:01 AM


You don’t want to go inside my head right now because it’s moving so fast and it desires to do million things that aren’t possible. It hurries like today is the last day of my life! 😀 I am not really exaggerating and it is neither advisable nor healthy.

I like this quiet Saturday on the outset where I am at the dining table at 9:45 AM, looking out at the window with bright sunlight, just finished my hot peppermint tea, and calming myself that I can do one thing at a time and be present when doing it in my comfy pajama.

It is undeniable that I have a talent of juggling two to four tasks at the same time and anticipating possibilities and the best way to deal with them before they even really happened; and yet the consequence is my heart palpitate with excitement, my brain invites worries of all the possible things that could also go wrong, and I end up frazzled and even frozen with an overwhelmed feeling.

It takes practise to enjoy every moment that I live my life. I only have right now and thank God that I am not in a middle of a war zone with physical challenges that could cause me pain; but it doesn’t give me the license that I create my own mind battle that will kill me again inside.

Chill. Relax. Breathe.

It’s a beautiful weekend and I am loving every minute of it.

[1: 1,487 of 10,000] Silence Will Never Be Misquoted

In Journal on June 4, 2015 at 8:44 PM

“Silence will never be misquoted,” I saw that lesson and from this point onward I am going to live by that.

Ivanka’s advice about writing email or I think that can be used in any situation before expressing thoughts, “I don’t write anything in an email that I wouldn’t be comfortable reading on the front page of the New York Times.”

It’s good to be responsible.