#inner realization

[thegodwithinblog]

It is all part of it.

"It is all part of it." You might hate it, but it is...

    Don’t belittle yourself because of your loneliness.  Don’t fear the memories of abuse or loss.  Know that life, its very essence, is about this.  We all need it in order to rise and carry the glory of self-development.  And self-development is the inner realization that makes you desire to be better, to evolution into excellence.

  So, the suffering, the heartache, the neglect, those past…

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[volunteerismandanarchy]

Empowered people don't need to shout about how they are empowering themselves. They don't need to clamor and screech from podiums. I've observed empowerment to be a quiet inner realization. I've known men and women that are physically small in stature and yet, they tower above me. These are the people I study. They are neither content nor are they discontented. They live their life accepting what is, acting in their lives as independent agents.

The Southern Volunteerist

[jubblesbubbles]

So yesterday, because of the raining season, we had low voltage and electricity was kind of a bitch. I had to unplug my PC and WiFi was non existent and I couldn’t even use the internet on my phone.

So! We played cards. Sometimes the lights would improve - that’s why some of the photos are way better than the other ones - but it wasn’t consistent enough to read and, yeah, playing cards was the best option. 

It was fun and all that jazz, but as the evening drew to an ending - and because I’m slightly obsessed with candles - I thought it would be a good idea to play along with the wax. 

It was awesome!

Like! Really really great! And here’s my work of art before I got sleepy:

I tried different types of pressure, coating it over and over, holding it closer to the skin etc... And I was expecting it to hurt? But actually it was loads of fun and the pain was minimal and it depended on the technique I was using. Obviously it hurts more on the delicate skin of the hands but it was interesting exploring my knee like that; to make it hurt on the skin rather than the inside of it with my bones scuffing one another.

Now I present to you the super dark photos of my legs and my white kneecap.

After the experiment I washed the wax away. The skin got a little red but nothing serious and I was super happy afterwards.

Why I’m posting this? Because, after last night, I’m certain I want to try my hand on wax playing. Aaaand because I wanted to share the photos I can’t really share any other place that easily. It doesn’t even matter they aren’t all that great photos, it was a fulfilling moment.

[theflyingcircusofmymind]

Imagination

I really need to stop playing scenarios out in my head that haven't happened. I do it give myself unusually high expectations and then I'm always disappointed. It's a pretty consistent rule of thumb with my life during the school year.