Doesn’t it ever hurt you? How things so big take their time taking piece by piece of what is left of your broken heart. How the wicked tick of time can turn you into sand. How the work works you until you are nothing but a crack in a crevice. I hate it. I hate it all. My life has never been mine. My life had been my husband’s for a time. Then he died. Then it was the son he left me with. Then he died. Maybe I should tell you the whole story. I should tell you why I hate them all. And why I cut you up and removed the skin off of your very bones. And why I am going to stuff you and keep your right here. I get dreams. They come once in awhile, in little segments. They take about year to end, due to their rarity of showing up. These dreams replay the day I met my husband. It replays over and over and over again. It's like I’m getting pulled from the inside out. It was then a starry night at a sensual hotel, down in the inner parts of london in an expensive hotel I was staying at, for I was rich. You wouldn’t be able to understand how luxurious it was. The pungent scent of fine bread was as strong as a ferocious slap to the face. Although I had seen better hotels, there was something about this one. The stone pillars, burgundy curtains, and marble ground were as fine as fine could be. Yes like any rich hotel it was, but the feeling was what made this experience get lodged into my mind. Everyone there was sculpted precisely, having skin so thin and fine, and teeth so shiny
I like not to have never gone back to sleep and once I did it was a fitful sleep; I tossed and turned trying to renew my dreams, but they did not return. The following morning, I woke tired and most depressed. I should have been relaxed after experiencing such consuming orgasms, but I felt the opposite. I paced the floor thinking of the dream… I contemplated revealing the nights sensual “dreams” to Angelique then changed my mind.
I just woke from a very fascinating dream and as I yawned, I heard a “Ding dong!” and I rapidly went to the door and to my amusement it was Ivan and Jessica.I thought it was amusing because I just had a dream about them.We sat on my couch and I told them about my dream.At the beginning I started out by saying that we were in Indonesia.We went to a zoo and we saw a lot of interesting animals like Narwhals and I saw a big octopus.Ivan and I went to a restaurant with Jessica and Ivan ate a lemon taco and with beans and Jessica ate a quesadilla with sausage.The tables were in a trapezoid shape.It felt so real even though it was just a dream.Then I told them about how we saw a guy eating a lobster and I asked him
To love is to feel and show emotion through an intense affection to someone who is worshipped greatly by one. People hold back the emotion of affection and the consequences of not loving has people asking, Do I Dare? Loving is the world's greatest poison but also the greatest energy ever conquered by living humans. In a minute there is time to understand and let go of the disturbed environment and realize the true beauty of falling into great lust for another. I believe that the power of love has an effect on the human capability to make different choices and affect one’s opinion on a subject. That is why people have the strength to force the moment to its crisis, as people tend to become stronger when one is linked to another person and has the deep fondness of someone. Loving is a true blessing, as people grow and develop new experiences that are not discovered by anything but your heart and your head.
As singer-songwriter, Lana Del Rey, once said, “When someone else’s happiness is your happiness, that is love.” Love and happiness are two qualities that people seek in life; they are correlating factors in people’s lives, like mine, for example. In other words, these two qualities are part of the circle of life and many believe that having the two factors in their life will lead to a good life.
I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat
Happiness to me is the feeling freedom after finally being out of debt; to be able to focus on school instead of working 40+ hours a week. Happiness is proving all the people who doubt me and lack faith in the fact that I’m making it. Happiness is getting to buy some pants, and socks and not worry about not having enough money to eat for the next two weeks. Happiness is making a stranger smile; filling their empty bellies. Happiness for me is relief; a weight falling off my shoulders letting content and joy flow in through my body. Little things make me happy; the cigarette after a long shift at work, the full night of sleep, a shower after a fifteen hour day.
My life has been a roller coaster. I have learned so much life lesson is just 23 years of my life. Some of them is that not everyone will like you, treat others the way you want to be treated, everything is possible. By the end of this paper you will learn about my struggling past, my life of the present and future I am working to accomplish.
Love is a tricky thing. I, as I’m sure many of us, grew up with the notion that happiness was an outside job, that I was not actually in charge of my own happiness. For me, I learned, through some really terrible examples, that I needed to depend on others to feel happy, fulfilled, whole, and so romantic love became very sticky. It became a game of trying to figure out what I needed to say and do to try and get the other person to do what I thought I needed them to do in order for me to feel safe, to feel that my needs would be met, to feel happy.
Arguably, I am the dumbest smart person I know. One moment, I am on the top of the world leading an organization of more than 800 members; the next, I have my head stuck inside the freezer for 15 minutes in a lost cause to retrieve an ice cream bar. My life is full of ups and downs and I try to do my best, but often events escalate to the worst of scenarios. Looking at it closely, I see that my life resembles a sort of ongoing comedy. I can almost hear the powers that be, laughing hysterically at my follies. While the fates pay me visits, I seek to know why my life is full of laugh track moments.
I had always loved nature. I always played outside and ran around in the morning to cool off in the morning dew. It never failed to refresh me off on humid days. As a kid, I always found the best flowers that were the most beautiful and alive. My mom loved them. Not just, oh cause my kid gave me some dead dandelions, I’ll put them on display. She truly fell in love with them.
“Who am I?” is the question that we all ask ourselves. Are we brave? Are we happy? Are we risk takers? There are so many questions we ask and so many factors that determine who we are. It’s our personality and beliefs that make us who we are. Events that happen in our lives changes who we are whether we realize it or not. It could be a birthday or graduating high school but in my case, what changed me and made me who I am as a person is the day my aunt had passed away.
Much to my chagrin turns out Chindi was right it has been over two months! Shame on us! Did you think we had given up? No, we will never surrender!
As a singer-songwriter, Lana Del Rey, once said, “When someone else’s happiness is your happiness, that is love.” Love and happiness are two qualities that people seek in life; they are correlating factors in people’s lives, like mine, for example. These two qualities are part of the circle of life and many believe that having the two factors in their life will lead to a good life.
Crouched under a mango tree trying to find shade from the scorching sun as sweat drips from my head to my feet, sizzling as it hits the ground. The temperature rises day by day in the summer I pray for rain to fall, looking at the stray animals on the streets in thirst for water. I stare off into the distance of barren acres of land, touching the dry, cracked soil and seeing lifeless crops die due to the boiling heat that I needed to take care of. As a boy living in the rural areas of India in a middle-class family, everyone in the village was taught at a young age to start working. Even though, I was the third child out of my four sibling it didn’t stop my parents from making me work out in the fields. It was tough having to do manual labor like doing field work to feeding and taking care of the animals every day. As the roosters crow I wake up immediately and lay out my school uniform and shower, I comb my hair slicked back, put on my shoes and run off to school with my friends. I stopped going to school until the 10th grade because back in the day my parents wouldn't care that much about education like today. It was more about harvesting corn in the summer to plant seeds in the winter. When I was around 20 years old my two older siblings got married and my family decided it was my turn. But my father tried to help me do something in life first and not sit at home and drink or smoke so he opened a pharmacy, but that didn't work out so long due to my obsession with alcohol and just being lazy which stopped the business from lasting and I continued to do nothing.
My life is simple. My life is pressure free. My life is easy. There is no coldness freezing us to death, but only the warm texture of the sun giving comfort and light across the whole nation. The weather is always alive with bright green grass that never changes color. The best parts are the neighbours, the restaurants, and, the outdoor sports in my town, which is call Klang. Yes, the food is on fire at every restaurants in Klang, and I am addicted to fried rice, noodle soup, chicken, shrimp, curly fries, grilled beef. In Klang, sports has a value about a thousand more times than jewelry.