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Mistakes Can Make or Break You


Let's make better mistakes tomorrow.

Let’s make better mistakes tomorrow.

You can’t make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it’s no longer a mistake. It’s a decision.

You can’t make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it’s no longer a mistake. It’s a decision.

Have I made my point yet?

Look, nobody likes making mistakes. Mistakes are part of being human. To avoid repeating the same mistakes, you need to understand the underlying reasons why & how it happened. It is our natural instinct to justify our actions. When you make a mistake, the initial reaction is to blame anyone else except yourself & when there’s no one else, we dismiss it & try to play it off.

We justify our mistakes for the sake of our own ego.

Often mistakes are caused by bad habits that we have unknowingly formed. To avoid making the same mistakes you need to break these bad habits. Sometimes that’s easier said than done.

Let’s make better mistakes tomorrow. Mistakes can be very educational in retrospect.

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Quote: Use Words


“Believe it or not, you don’t want readers to admire your writing: You want them to be so engaged in the story itself that they don’t notice the way you use words to shape it. Make them laugh, make them cry.” – Writer’s Digest

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Logan


Oh how we’ve fallen.
Down low, beyond the ground we walk on.
Blocking out everything we just aren’t ready for.
The price is too high and I don’t know why.
The man in me keeps on walking out.
Leaving you behind.

Trying to find something to wash you from the walls of my mind.
But I still see you daily.
Your voice still calls my name.
You’ve left me with no one to blame & nothing’s ever been the same.

All the risks I would’ve taken seem so daunting now.
I’m not invincible and I’m not ready to fall apart.
So forgive future, I can’t see you now.
So close and yet I never knew.
Look how far I’ve gone without you.
I didn’t know, I didn’t remember.
You were mine & I walked away.
Blank as a slate, because I couldn’t face it all.

Mountains ain’t made out of clay & I just can’t walk away.
No not this time, not knowing what I know now.
You are mine, I left you behind.
How foolish of me, how could I not see?
You were waiting for me.
And I was falling too fast to see.
I’m sorry son, I never took the time to hold you.
I’m sorry love, I lost heart when I lost you.
And I’m sorry now, I only hope that I can be there for you.

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Awake & Alive (A Perfect Mess)


What’s a young one to do when what’s left is a perfect mess?
Right on schedule, these dreams are quickly seeping outside of my head.
Next in line to rule over this mass effect of emotion.
It’s all these restless nights & blanketed days under the Sun that we’ve forgotten.
See it’s all these little things that we’re gonna have to relearn.
How to crawl.
When to walk & when to run.
How to touch someone without lifting a finger.
What love is & how it’s supposed to be shown now.

Here’s a little secret, I don’t have a clue how any of it works.
I just do what I do instinctively.
It’s like I am the road & you are the wheels.
Some trips are worthwhile while others leave you behind.
Tread lightly & live fearlessly, eventually you’ll figure it out.
I could stay in bed all day, dreaming.
Blankets may keep me warm, but nothing feels better than simply being loved.
All these little dreams that I want to live out have formed a mountain that I intend to climb & rise above.

There’s nothing wrong with dreaming of that world outside your window cus who knows when you’re gonna need that breath of fresh air.
Dreams are doors to the things living inside our heads.
What we can’t make sense of, we sleep on.
And when we sleep, that’s when we’re truly awake to our potential.
And when we wake from our unscripted slumber, hopefully we’ll remember what we’ve learned.
It may not be perfect, but it’s good to be awake & alive.

Young one don’t be afraid of what you’ve got on the inside.
Don’t forget who you are.
Don’t forget to dream.
Believe in something that you can’t live without.

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The Young Love Property


Our love is too young to know what a conscience is.
We want what we want, everything else is but an afterthought.
We are blind at times because we choose to be.
I don’t want to see the things you do when I’m not around because I do not own you, you are still your own person.
You always get what you asked for, I asked to be broken and I’m beginning to crack with no one to confide in now.
We crawl so we can learn to walk again, its a sick cycle.

For what its worth I’m not even mad.
We should not be defined by our intentions but by our actions.
You told me what I didn’t ask to know, so I told you what you didn’t expect to hear.
It is what it is, now we just have to decide where we go from here.
No pressure, no loss.

Beneath the layers of black I’m burning red, with passion, with anger, and with a light that still remains unseen.
Was it by choice or circumstance that we ended up this way?
Save your strength, let me know when you’ve come to your senses.
Why does it always seem that somebody falls in love with you when you’re ready to give your heart away?

Give me a break, give me a reason to believe in.
You can save me from myself, but there is something that I must confess tonight, and that is that I expect nothing from you.
Alone I have nothing, but with you what do I have to hold?
Some wrinkles can’t be ironed away, in the same vein that some stains can’t be removed, but let’s not worry about those things.
I won’t speak of day old hate.

I’d like to think that I’m the only one with access to the high rises of you mind, all the way down past the ground level to the basement where your passion resides.
I want to get you so excited that you jump up and down without worry because you’re fully supported.
I just want to believe that I mean something to you.
All I want is you, although the pain it costs has me at a loss.
You’re the reason I’m waiting.
I’m waiting for a reason and you’re the only hindrance that I know.
I’ve got nothing else and I wouldn’t change a thing.
My heart beats bolder, not colder because of you.

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