One Hundred and Fifty Four: You can find love, yes, you (reblog)

Love, hope, dreams. Sometimes I wonder if we’re all dreaming and hoping for the impossible. Sometimes I feel like we’re casting the fishing lines into the sea, when the fish will bite the lines and tug so strongly that they’ll tug us over the cliff and land us on the rocks in the sea below. I often wonder ‘is it possible‘. Sometimes I believe. Sometimes I keep on believing in hope, in love, in laughter, in light. In living a life beyond your/my wildest imaginations. One hundred and fifty four. You can find love. With others. With yourself. With the world. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Four: You can find love, yes, you (reblog)”

One Hundred and Fifty Two: Masca Cliffs

One Hundred and Fifty Two. I tried to write a 152nd reason. My original reason – the pictures of Masca which I can’t upload –  can be viewed here (please do check it out and make the hour I spent making it look presentable worth it). 152. Keep trying. If at first you don’t succeed, blast off! The cliffs are, the cliffs. At a distance it’s difficult to see  just how awesome and amazing they are. Especially because they look so small. When you come near you see how impossible it is to take a picture as they tower above you. There were a load of boats sailing (rowing/motoring?) along as we came near. A couple were pulled into the harbour. I wonder if there’s any way of seeing the beauty other than from sea.

So long as there’s life, there’s hope.

Eliza

 

One Hundred and Forty Eight: Moving forward

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Today is the last day I can date something as 2018. It’s the end of 2018 and nearly 2019. I was trying to think of a title for this reason. The end of a year. Living through a year. Reaching a new year. It’s all of it. Everything. It’s the end of another year. I find it weird to be here at the end of a year. The last day of 2018. The last day of a year. I find it hard to believe that an entire year has passed. Didn’t I just write my goals for 2018? Oh gosh, I just looked at that post to link it, and here’s what I wrote: Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Eight: Moving forward”

Letter to myself: You aren’t guilty.

Eliza

I love you. I’m proud of you. Even as you get upset with your sister. I’m proud of you. I love you. Even as you hate that you’ve eaten too much. I love you even as you hate your body. I don’t know why you do. It’s kinda more recent. Maybe transference? I love you Eliza. Whatever you do or don’t do, I love you. And am proud of you. I wish I had a magic wand. Continue reading “Letter to myself: You aren’t guilty.”

One Hundred and Forty Five: Going Down When You’re Up

I’ve had this reason swirling in my mind for a while. It’s not really a reason, but at the same time, it is.

This summer I was going through a particularly hard time. One day, as I was swimming in the sea, and I was getting very tired from the current, I thought to myself “What if I just stay here? Let the water overtake me? Wouldn’t that just be better?” Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Five: Going Down When You’re Up”

One Hundred and Forty Two: 20 Questions to Ask Yourself if You Feel Like Giving Up (reblog)

Once again I’m reblogging an article from Your Life Your Voice. I love what I’ve found on there. My post 13 reasons why not is from there, too.

I thought this was really helpful. I think I should dress up now! Put on makeup, curl my hair (and post a selfie on here???) Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Two: 20 Questions to Ask Yourself if You Feel Like Giving Up (reblog)”

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