Sometimes I like to come back to my previous posts and read through my thoughts again.
As time goes by and as each day passes we get older. Through this process of “growing”, we tend to forget the lessons we have learned earlier on in life.
Words have the ability to take us back to that lesson, to that specific moment in time, to learn once more 🙂
Writing is a way to grant immortality to my thoughts, feelings and experiences; my very core.
It’s the waiting that’s the hardest, toughest part of any situation, be it your order at Nandos or your test results at the doctors. Now, I realise the vast difference between the two, but let me explain; or atleast attempt to. Once a decision has been made, no words or thoughts or even actions can change that decision. So it’s the waiting after the decision has been made that is torturous; it is during that time that the doubts creep in. Questions arise; have I made the right choice; what if something goes wrong. It is when we wait that we are our most vulnerable, when we doubt not only our decisions but even ourselves. We question our whole lives during that waiting period, because well as we all know humans can be quite melodramatic. What I’m trying to get to, is that we spend most of our lives worrying…
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