A Lesson in Inspiration - Nick Vujicic

I dare you to say 'FML' after watching this video. 

It's truly inspiring just how someone who doesn't have what most of us take for granted lives his life with so much happiness and love. 

Think about the many blessing you & I have and ask yourself, "How happy are we to be alive"? 

I post this not to judge or scold, because I'm just as guilty as anyone for having those days where it seems that nothing goes my way and I lash out at everyone around me. This post is just a reminder to people ( myself included) that life is too precious to spend time on all the things that we see are wrong.

His name is Nick Vujicic. And I have tremendous respect for him. Learn more about his story and his cause here.

Why I W.R.I.T.E.

Previously posted on 12.7.2010

 

Ø      I write because I can. Ø

I write as a testament of my will to live and to express my love in every way I choose to

I write as appreciation to God for this given talent

I write to become better at it.

I write because it’s the only thing I know how to do to free myself

I write for the hell of it

I write for the heaven of it, too.

I write to humor myself,

to pep talk myself,

to inspire myself, to calm myself down,

to refocus myself, to remind myself, to declare my position,

to defend my own opinions, to express my joy, to cure my sorrorws, to heal my wounds,

 to capture the moment, to help others, to search for a better way, to create a story,

to live in that story, to learn something, to find a different viewpoint, to see the world,

through another shade of color, to embrace a new idea,

to believe,

to enjoy my time, to finish a deadline, to clear my mind, to empty my thoughts,

to reach out to someone, to endure, to refuel, to replenish my will, to satisfy my urges,

 to burn bridges, to build trust, to allow the passion to run through my fingers and put me on an instant high,

to hide, to reveal, to scorn, to acclimate, to suffer, to heal, to seek redemption,

 to love.

I write because I am.

Which means…to me atleast,

I am, because I write.

Pandora

The first one's the hardest

This is a poem I wrote while traveling in Spain. I had always chased, always dreamed of pursuing my dream to travel. And I finally got the chance.

Mujer misteriosa

Me has encantado
con su mensaje prohibido
Que me ha encendido el alma
con una locura insaciable

Has vuelto loco
los mas fieles de hombres
a cometer travesias
por tenerte

Muchos saben de ti
pocos te conocen
muchos menos son
los que han podido abrazarte

Con una Mirada
Me dejaste en una illucion
Que por cual
Me desperto de la mentira

De la vida habitual de blanco y negro
De reglas impotentes
vecinos miserables
La ilucion que destrozo
mi vida entera

Mujer misteriosa

Sin palabras ni con susurro
me has dicho un million de deseos
Y con su mensaje evangelico
Me has despertado el Alma
y dejado en el Corazon

Una huella
La huella de esperanza
La huella de rebeldia
De amor
De una vida sin barreras

Solo fue con una Mirada
Que Me dedique mi vida entera a buscarte
Sonando y acaricando loco sentimientos
De tenerte a mi lado

Su Nombre es: Libertad