I feel bad at times to talk about my family. There are many who aren’t able to string together at least one thing they might like about their family. I have so much to be grateful for when I think of mine. So, to those who might think that I’m trying to ‘rub it in’ or whatever, that’s not what I’m trying to do. I’m just sharing my surprise and respect upon discovering just how much my family has my back.
Tonight was a bit of a low. There were tears, there was anger and there was disbelief. Instead of digging into the nearest batch of food I could find (a bad habit), I found myself enveloped in bear hugs. I guess that’s why the pain was so much more bearable – there was love all around me and an outpouring of understanding and warmth. Truly in the grip of big bear hugs!!!!
I cannot begin to thank my family enough for their support and understanding. How they so steadfastly believe in me and uphold me constantly in their prayers. It makes you wonder what you’ve done to deserve it or if you believe in reincarnations, who or what were you in your past life that you’re born into this life with a beautiful family? It has also been such a revelation of God’s blessings too because whatever happened, it happened here – in the safety, comfort and love of home and family. I could not have asked for anything better.
It will take me some time to recover. I feel a little broken in more ways than one. But I also know through He that strengthens me, I have learnt and I will come through it. I also want to thank God right here on this blog and on the net (regardless of whether you believe in God or not) for blessing me with this beautiful family who fill my life with headaches, worries, stress along with laughter, joy, amusement and true, true love – the way love ought to be. Thank you.
The world mourns the loss of someone who had so much to offer but just couldn’t win the battle against her inner demons. It is by far, the saddest waste of talent I’ve come across in such a long time. The thing that unsettles me the most was the fact that she was just a year older to me, 1983 born. So much has happened since yesterday to today. Ironically enough, there was my cousin’s wedding in the UK yesterday and as we celebrate the union of two individuals, we now mourn the loss of this one solitary individual, who might have traded all her fame and her music to find that one person who could have loved her and whom she could love in return. You just have to keep looking at all the past reports, of how much she loved her husband and how she seemed to need him so much.
Why do all our songs, movies, books etc. etc. revolve around this one thing, love? All I can remember about Amy Winehouse was this raw, from the belly, soulful voice and in that voice there was also yearning and a pleading for someone just to lift her up out of her own mess and give her peace. Guess she ended up with the peace she was searching for desperately. I’m not sure why all around the world, people have become more morose, depressed, pessimistic and prone to self-pity and giving up. It’s a dangerous epidemic, far more frightening than AIDS, Ebola or Swine flu. Diseases kill you, but this mental breakdown that seems to be engulfing people all around kills your very soul, your spirit, your being and your potential.
To everyone dangerously ‘sleeping’, it’s time to wake-up. You are not chaff, you are not dirt and dust; you are someone with spirit and soul, not an accident or an act of randomness, neither is your life an accident or an act of randomness. You are loved, greatly loved. Even if no one ever tells you, know that whoever you are, you are dearly and greatly loved and those are the only feelings I want to send out to you today.