Why do we say sorry? Is it because we really admit our faults? Or is it because we don’t want to have prolonged talks and arguments?
I opted to several days of silence. Days of analyzing myself and the situation. I’m thinking if I’ve just been so emotional or I just had enough. I believe that some arguments can be put in place without having to talk about it. I mean it can be better without even dealing with it. It gets better on itself. But there comes a time when you feel that you’ve had enough. That it’s time that your feelings should be taken cared of more cautiously.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Unloading a Heavy Heart
I miss Jesus…
Lately, I realized, I am not praying often as I ought to. I feel guilty. And I’m sorry for it.
And I miss HIM. When I don’t have someone to turn to, I turn to HIM. And He is there, listening. I know because every time I do so, I feel my heart lightened. As if a heavy load were taken away from it.
I cry a lot the past few days. Even the slightest tinge of emotion that will bother my heart, I let myself cry. For me, I am not weak when I choose to do that. It is something that has become a part of me. Crying has been my friend for the longest time. But it’s not a sign of weakness for me. It’s being able to unload yourself of something that you can’t express. It’s a means of pouring out the toxics and negativity locked inside your heart.
Lately, I realized, I am not praying often as I ought to. I feel guilty. And I’m sorry for it.
And I miss HIM. When I don’t have someone to turn to, I turn to HIM. And He is there, listening. I know because every time I do so, I feel my heart lightened. As if a heavy load were taken away from it.
I cry a lot the past few days. Even the slightest tinge of emotion that will bother my heart, I let myself cry. For me, I am not weak when I choose to do that. It is something that has become a part of me. Crying has been my friend for the longest time. But it’s not a sign of weakness for me. It’s being able to unload yourself of something that you can’t express. It’s a means of pouring out the toxics and negativity locked inside your heart.
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