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My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about!
My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about! I witness myself say this phrase from time to time, where life plonks us into the desperation of ebb and flow of uncertainty and things not going in our favour. It is easy to say we are grateful and in complete balance when things are going well and life feels like the warm embrace of the sun shining on a Sunday morning. But the real test lies in remaining grateful and centred when life feels like spinning out of control. While it is easier said than done, here are some reminders that might help you get through the days that feel like a burden
Hridya SharmaPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsDivulging the Mechanical Wilderness: Investigating New Devices, Programming Updates, and Most recent Headways in artificial intelligence, Blockchain, and Network protection
In the present quick moving computerized scene, remaining refreshed with the most recent mechanical headways has become fundamental. From progressive contraptions to notable programming refreshes, and from state of the art man-made intelligence developments to the advancing scene of blockchain and network safety, the universe of innovation is in a steady condition of transition. We should dive into these charming domains and investigate what's right now causing disturbances.
Creepy Shadow Thief
I struggled with addiction for many years, using increasingly dangerous drugs to feed my habit. To support my drug use, I resorted to shoplifting once I was unable to hold down a steady job.
spooky sessionPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsLife will go on
It didn't end. It's not the end. It won't end today. or tomorrow *** Life will go on. Today's problem It's not permanent.
Gloria PenelopePublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsBabydoll Head In My Closet
This frightening experience occurred when I was about eight years old. I used to sleep on the couch downstairs, next to my dad's bed, because I was afraid of the dark. My mom typically wouldn't get home until around 11pm, so I always slept near my dad for comfort.
spooky sessionPublished a day ago in PoetsWhat if I had gone towards one of those voices?
When I was younger and living in old apartments in Malaysia, I would sometimes hear disembodied voices calling out to me when home alone. My sister was at school most of the day, and my mom worked afternoon shifts that started at 1pm, so I was by myself from when I got home from school around noon until my sister returned around 4pm.
spooky sessionPublished a day ago in PoetsParanormal School
My friends and I became interested in paranormal investigations a few years ago, though we are by no means professionals. We simply enjoy the thrill of exploring allegedly haunted locations together whenever we're able.
spooky sessionPublished a day ago in PoetsIn love without respect, Stay Single!
It’s not that you’re a bad person, but you care a lot about maintaining that love. That’s why you pay attention to what he likes and put up with his criticism.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in PoetsDid I Lose Myself Along the Way?
I used to believe in kindness and sincerity, thinking that if I treated others well, they would reciprocate. However, life taught me that people’s hearts can be complex — filled with deception, jealousy, and betrayal.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Entertainment
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMeditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEarthday Everyday
Celebrate Earth, our planet of blue and green desert and sea mountains and forests rivers and streams waterfalls! author photo
Andrea CorwinPublished 2 days ago in Poets