taking care of myself

No matter how perfect you are, you can't please everyone. No matter how great your success is, someone is going to find faults in you and make everyone focus on that particular fault. It's true what they say, "people see what they want to see and they hear what they want to hear." You may be great in a million things but then, all that doesn't matter 'cause you have flaws. Seems to me, one hundred flaws always triumph over one million wonderful things you have. And it hurts even more when your friends use your flaws against you. Make fun of you by it. Sure, it might be a joke to them, but after too many times, it starts to hurt you. But whatever, it's not like they care about my feelings.

Spoken Truth

"You are not responsible for their guidance, but Allah guides whom He wills. And whatever you spend in (doing) good, it is for your own souls; And spend not but to seek the Pleasure of Allah. And whatever you spend in (doing) good, will be fully credited to you, and you shall not be wronged."

"And whatever you spend in (doing) good, it is for your own souls."

So, it made me ponder. Somehow, this line has struck me inside. All these time I have been mad at the world, the jealous, envy feelings I felt towards people has brought me nothing but sorrow. How could I ever feel this way when He has already said that whatever good I did, it is for my own soul. Not anyone else's but mine; alone. 

Well, doesn't matter what your religion is right now or what your race is or which part of the world you belong to; ponder on this. Free your mind, free your heart. Look at it as a whole. Whatever you do, it is going to give impact on your soul. No one else's but yours. So people, do good :) After all, there is a saying that goes; 

"pretty thoughts make pretty people."

in the corners

"I can't say that I have loved myself entirely, but I have accepted the fact that nothing great ever happens to me. It's kinda sad but I am used to it."

If I Just Lay Here

You listen. You care. You say the right things. You do the right things. At exactly the right time. But you mean nothing to him. At the end of the day, he still goes for her and you are left alone. Just standing there hoping that that maybe he'll try to find you again when he's in deep shit. How tragic. 


I'm everything you want, but I mean nothing to you and I don't know why.

The Trees That Decided Not To Die

As I put down my pen, I know someone,
somewhere is picking up theirs. 

I know that someone, somewhere is playing a 
guitar for the first time.


I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a
paintbrush and marking a field of white.


I know that someone, somewhere is singing a 
song that's never been sung.


Perhaps someone, somewhere will create 
something beautiful and moving, it will change
the world.


Perhaps that somewhere is here.
Perhaps that someone, is you.


via--IWroteThisForYou

The Way You Lie Here

Don't you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters and they matter because I can see them and if I can see them then they can see me and I know that there's an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn't, afraid to show who it really is and with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it. 


via--IWroteThisForYou

Being Me

I was at first lonely.
How could I not be?
Just look all around me
Everyone seems to be mingling around
And have no trouble in doing so
While here I am, still standing still
Still learning to say hello
Without stuttering
I used to think that when I have found it
My life would be complete
That I will no longer have any worries
Or at least, I wouldn't feel so pathetic
Or feel sorry for myself
I used to think that if I have love;
I'll have it all.


Now, now I think that maybe I could be wrong
I have come to the ways of loving myself
Every part of me. Every thing that I do in my life
I have come to love my quiet nights
I have come to be okay with being alone
I have come to learn not to expect things
I have come to embrace my loneliness
And use it as best as I possibly could
'Cause I thought maybe I don't need to have love;
In order to have it all.


'Cause when I looked closely at my life
I think I already have it all
Love is all around me
I just need to know what type of love it is
Maybe it's not the kind of love in the movies
But hey, life is not like a movie
Life is not written by Nicholas Sparks
Or directed by any Gary Marshall
Life is written by God
And is directed by us
So, the best I can do is to just wait for the script
And then maybe direct myself along the way
And when God decides that I am ready to handle "Love"
I will naturally direct myself towards it and act upon it
'Till then, I'll just focus solely on the little little things in life
Little things that keep me alive
Little things that made my life big; that makes me--Me.


I guess my eyes are open now
My heart has been set free from the cage that I have unintentionally built
That I've finally see that there's no use in wondering 
"Why am I alone?" "Why am I me?" "When will my time come?"
'Cause oh, let me knock some sense to myself!
I am not alone. Never have been.
I am myself, because there's no one else I'd rather be.
And my time has come. I just need to learn to make the best of it.
I need to remind myself to stop whining and start living.


After all, what is so bad in being alone?
'Cause if you truly know Who to lean on, you'll never feel alone.
And if you have faith, you will not question about the time or the existence of yourself
If you truly trust God, then your soul will never be empty
It will just yearn for His love more and more
Please not the society, but please Him
And if you do that, He will bring pleasant things to you.

"Be careful with what you filled your heart with.

Filled your heart with something that never leaves.

And the One that never leaves is God and God alone." -Yasmin Mogahed.

mad world

It's hard to put down some words even when all you want to do is just write yourself out. Maybe it's because there's nothing in my head. Or maybe it's because the words in my heart is still locked up inside. Or maybe it's because my train of thoughts got lost or it just haven't found the right pit stop yet.