Are You A Self-Confessed Pessimist? How To Become A Glass-Half-Full Person

This can be part of our new year’s resolution, that’s why i am sharing this..

Sometimes even the ones wth the most positive outlook in life gets a little of the world’s negativity when confronted with really difficult situations..

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Are you one of those people who finds it hard to look on the bright side of life? If so, there’s nothing wrong with that. Not everyone is programmed to be an optimist. However, positive thinking does have countless benefits. If you’re keen to become a glass-half-full person, here are some helpful tips.

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Think about solutions rather than problems
Do you spend all your time analyzing issues at work or faults in your relationships? If so, try and focus your energy on identifying solutions, rather than dwelling on the problem. Are you conscious that you don’t spend enough time with your partner or have you got too much to get through at work? If so, consider ways you could manage your time more effectively. Could you ask your boss about working from home to save time on commuting twice a week or could you make more time for…

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Perfect Christmas Kiss

    I like peanut butter; you  prefer mayo

    I eat everything but beef; while you enjoy a meal of steak

            And I like quiet dinner together but you said conversation is what makes it better

I hate cracking jokes but it is your life I guess

            I always ask for direction; finding your  way is your choice

            I like a walk in the mall;  you’d rather run and stroll              

                         while I’m piling on the comforter; you lay there bare in comfort

                         as I read poetry you’d rather watch T.V.

I can’t find you the perfect gift; you never like my choices

on Christmas eve I’d give you the one thing we always agreed upon

a perfect Christmas eve kiss.

Monday Morning Melts #6

PUBLISHED ON December 19, 2016

Jade: Do you feel it? The beautiful lights, the easy smiles, and the hint of magic in the air that always makes the holiday season one to remember.

Instead of choosing from one of the classic Christmas songs, I’m offering lyrics this week from a song that’s a little quirkier. To everyone still scrambling for that perfect Christmas gift, I hope this song is a reminder that the perfect Christmas gift is something money can never buy.

Happy Holidays to all of you, my dear friends! I wish you all a season of contagious laughter, unconditional love, and magic to last a lifetime.

PROMPT: Humbug – Owl City

I’m ready to wrap that perfect Christmas gift
But I haven’t found it yet
‘Cause I don’t have a clue what to get you
So I’ll give you my heart, I hope it’ll do

Your Turn:

1. Share a poem, story, or photo inspired by this week’s song-lyrics-prompt. You can share something you created that was inspired directly by the lyrics or you can share other pieces that coincidentally fit the prompt (for ex: an old piece of yours, or one of a beloved blogger – with permission).
2. Linkback/create a pingback to this post. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do it.
3. Tag your post with MondayMorningMelts, so we and your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
4. Most important of all, read and comment on your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

There are no word limits and no restrictions except to stay true to the theme. Creating a brand new post in response to the prompt is also optional.

The goal isn’t to create new content, but rather to share pieces that melt the heart, tickle the soul, and brighten up a typically gloomy Monday. That’s why if you already have a piece that fits this week’s lyrics, or if you have a fellow blogger whose piece you want to share (with their permission), you are more than welcome to do so!

In Between

In Between

I am a million miles away from home. The home where I grew up with. The distance is suffocating…deafening…exhilarating; but this is nothing compared to the distance we’ve created even if we’re not a million miles apart; the distance between our families…our friends…our siblings…our in-laws..our neighbors…and oftentimes the distance between the very person we claimed we love the most. Yes! This is the distance that we cannot measure..we cannot touch…we cannot see…BUT we can always bridge the gap…find a way..open an avenue…and maybe, yes, just maybe see a clearer view…

 

Between heaven and earth;
a story is unearthed.
Between past and present;
a sailing is sent.
Between here and there;
a distance is clear.
Between a moment and forever;
a struggle so clear.

Sometimes heaven and earth met;
when a story is broken and lit.
Sometimes past and present collide;
when the sailing subside.
Sometimes here and there is near;
when the view is clearer.
Sometimes a moment and forever is eternity;
when the struggles become infinity.

So move heaven and earth boldly;
for your story to be told oddly.
So hold the past and present sincerely;
for your sailing to be done completely.
So break the here and there completely;
for your distance to be moved effortlessly.
So create a moment and forever lovingly;
for your struggles to be over definitely.

In Response to Monday Morning Melts #5

Rosema: Most of the time, love is expressed and felt through physical intimacy. Touch. Kisses. Hugs. But how about loving someone from afar? How about loving someone you haven’t seen yet? How about falling for someone’s soul residing in a body thousand miles away from you? Will it be a gamble worth committing? Will it feel like a heart’s solitary suicide?

This week, let’s delve the idea of long-distance love. (Which is now for me, the purest love of all).

“One Sweet Love” – Sara Bareilles

The earth that is the space between,
I’d banish it from under me to get to you.
Your unexpected love provides my solitary suicide
oh I wish I knew

Your Turn:

1. Share a poem, story, or photo inspired by this week’s song-lyrics-prompt. You can share something you created that was inspired directly by the lyrics or you can share other pieces that coincidentally fit the prompt (for ex: an old piece of yours, or one of a beloved blogger – with permission).
2. Linkback/create a pingback to this post. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do it.
3. Tag your post with MondayMorningMelts, so we and  your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
4. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

There are no word limits and no restrictions except to stay true to the theme. Creating a brand new post in response to the prompt is also optional.

The goal isn’t to create new content, but rather to share pieces that melt the heart, tickle the soul, and brighten up a typically gloomy Monday. That’s why if you already have a piece that fits this week’s lyrics, or if you have a fellow blogger whose piece you want to share (with their permission), you are more than welcome to do so!

 

P.S. Jade and Rose

I know this is too late… I am posting it anyway…

 

Where Are You?

Where are you?

The girl I used to be

The effervescent me?

Did he take you away?

Along with all my better days?

I wished would stay…

How are you?

The girl I used to be

The effervescent me?

Will you ever be back?

Your death was like a heart attack

Now life I lack…

The music makes me numb

Makes me wanna succumb

To loneliness, for the rest of my life.

There’s a pain in my chest

That I cannot resist…

P.S

Every teenage girl’s anxiety…

Poem: Free Verse – “Prayer for the Small Things” #amwriting #poetry #prayer

This is such a beautiful poem from the lovely Mandy..

I am sharing this because i believe if we can all be as grateful as the speaker in the poem is…life would be better..

Gratefulness amidst difficulties and inconviniences…

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Credit: Saatchi Art – Thank God For Women Legs by Thomas Saliot
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Oh Lord, thank God for the small things,

The words and acts of kindness,

Which help me through the day.

Thank God for the small things,

Each day I’m fed,

I’ve many clothes to wear.

Thank you that I too can be generous,

That you gave me aMotherwho taught —

Her daughter to be thoughtful,

So I wouldn’t think only of myself.

And even when I’m hurt and crying,

I can see a silverlining in that cloud.

*****

Lord, thank you for the small things,

A life I’m given to live,

No matter how battered or bruised,

You’re my armour and you never leave.

Your champions wage,

Though the whirlpool may swallow;

You bring us through to the other side.

New blessings each day,

More than we need

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My Santa Claus

Merry Christmas Everyone..i am sharing a poem i wrote last Christmas, in memory of my Dad..

Dad, wherever you are Merry Christmas …I miss you..

michnavs

giant sock hanging at our window panethe night before Christmas you asked me “please my little princess Santa’s coming I need your socks hanging before Christmas eve”.

Christmas, day I’d run underneath the tree, wanna see how many gifts you had for me, but you said “please my little princess check your socks I think Santa dropped by last night”.

Christmas gifts from you were mostly made up of toys and clothes and I would be disappointed somehow for I want something else, then you’d say “please my little princess check what Santa had for you”.

my giant sock hanging on window pane was filled with books coloring materials, then you said and smiled “please my little princess go check carefully if these were exactly what you asked from santa”.

on my 12th Christmas I stopped hanging socks, you said “please my little princess bear with santa, he only drop…

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