Another Creeks of Mind

Let the wind dashes in vague!

[quotemadness]

“You are the only person who can build emotional barriers, but you’re also the only person who can topple them. Other people can’t knock down the walls you’ve built, no matter how much they love you. You have to tear them down yourself because there’s something worth seeing on the other side.”

— Emery Lord

[quotemadness]

“There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.”

— Emery Allen

[wnq-writers]

Ways to Love Yourself 1. Know yourself You cannot love someone you don’t even know. 2. Accept that you have strengths and weaknesses. You have skills and problems. Do a SWOT Analysis (strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, threats) of yourself if you want but remember, opportunities and threats are external. You don’t have control over them. But you can use your strengths and improve on your weaknesses, both of which are internal, to handle the external. 3. Disliking certain things about yourself is normal. That gives room for improvement. Improve. Don’t be lazy and choose the path of self loathing. 4. Forgive yourself Understand that making mistakes is the way to grow. If you hadn’t fallen on your bum a couple hundred times you would have never learned to walk. If as a baby after one fall, after one mistake of breaking something, you would have decided to just sit in the corner and never try again, you would still be sitting there with the broken pieces. Don’t do that. Learn from your toddler self. Get up. And the only way you can do that is by forgiving yourself. 5. Accept that as of now you do not love yourself. Lying to yourself won’t eventually lead you to believe it as the truth. Lying to someone you love is not a way to love them. 6. Disregard what others say about you. So much of the good and bad they tell you really has more to do with themselves; their mindset and mood, their motives and interest. Don’t let people fill in blanks for you. That won’t lead to a happy ending, it won’t lead to a story you can call your own. 7. Be patient with yourself, be kind. Being hard on yourself is a really stupid thing to do. It isn’t productive, it isn’t one bit effective and it is completely unnecessary. 8. Discard the idea that you are breakable. Reject the concept that someone can leave you broken. They can hurt you, yes and they can cause you an immense amount of pain but they cannot break you. You aren’t made of glass. Give your cells a little more credit. Give your heart a little more of it too. 9. When you realize that the grass is greener on the other side, don’t draw up plans to ruin that grass or come up with a way where you can camp on it and abandon your own grass. Instead, take a trip to the shop to buy some fertilizer and tend to your own grass. Upskill yourself constantly. 10. Learn new things. Invest time and energy in things that interest you.You didn’t learn to play piano in school but always wished to? Who said there is an age limit. In most cases the saying, ‘it is never too late’ stands absolutely true. 11. Look yourself in the mirror. You can admire or just observe. Look into your eyes. Look at your reflection. Just look. Have a see in what’s inside. Don’t look away. Have the courage to see the truth. 12. Spend time with yourself. Buy yourself flowers if flowers are what you love. Don’t wait to meet the right person to do the things you always wanted to. Go star gazing, skinny dipping. Solo travel. Do whatever you want to and can. Write your future/past self a letter. Cook yourself a meal. Buy yourself some ice cream. Click goofy selfies. 13. Learn to accept compliments. Be graceful. All you have to do is say ‘thank you’. And please don’t feel the immediate need of returning the compliment. You don’t always have to give when you get. Especially when you don’t really have anything to give. A ‘thank you’ and a smile are more than enough. 14. Learn to be okay in silence. The voices in your head? They terrorize you, I know. But trust me, they go away. They go away if you face them. There are no demons in your head. These are just echoes of your fears and insecurities. Listen to them. Breathe deep. Know that they are weak. Face them head on. And then ask them to leave. 15. Accept your body. However it is or it isn’t. It has accepted you in every possible way. Accept it and see how it accepts you even more. Accepting doesn’t mean not changing something that you can in a healthy way. It only means that your love is unconditional. Your love is whole. And that is the only way to love yourself. Wholly.

creatingnikki  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got. And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives. And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freeman (via wordsnquotes)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

You are not just here to fill space or be a background character in someone else’s movie. Consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. Every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to would be different without you. We are all connected, and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us.

David Niven (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

You are not just complement..

[yonitayuliani]

Sometimes, when I am alone in my room, I always wonder what you are doing there. It seems like we are so apart, like a human on earth and an alien in other planet. Then, I stare up the sky and whisper to the empty air, "at least we are under the same sky"

Yonita Yuliani

[wnq-writers]

18 things I learned in my 18 years  1. Everything changes. Nothing is permanent. What you think is important now, will be boring the hell out of you this time next year.  2. This emptiness inside of you is part of your existence. Sometimes it feels like you’re drowning, other times it’s like everything is okay and you are happy. But the emptiness is always here. With you. Accept it and it will be much easier to live your life.  3. If you think it is bad, believe me, it can get worse. There’re highs and there’re lows and it’s okay. You need to fall to learn how to get up.  4. Do not expect anything. It’s one of the most important things. The less you expect the less disappointed you feel.  5. That best friend you think is the most important person right now will be a stranger you awkwardly smile at in a few years.  6. “The love of your life” is never the love of your life. You can live without them. You can survive without them. Stop thinking you’re in love. You’re not.  7. Learn to let go. Simply as that.  8. Don’t trust your heart. Trust your instincts. They don’t have feelings. Their judgement is not clouded. 9. Accept the fact that humans are all the same. We are all sick. We are all depressed. We all have problems. We go through exactly the same things, just at different times and different levels.  10. The monsters in your head are just there. In your head. No one knows about them. And that is your power. Just make sure to keep them on the leash.  11. If you want to do something, do it. The only thing that stops you is your limited imagination. 12. Don’t try too hard. There will always be someone better than you.  13. Always carry your mask in the back pocket. Even better, always wear it. Protect yourself.  Whatever pain or emotions you feel are better left hidden. Most people don’t understand what you’re feeling or just pretend not to understand.  14. Listen to your parents. They have lived longer than you, they know more. You should listen to their advice, but don’t forget that you are not your parents. You have the right to have your own opinion, to do what you want, to be your own person. Use your parents to learn from mistakes they made and don’t repeat them.  15. Find a way of expressing and being yourself. Doesn’t matter what. Reading or writing, singing or listening to music, drawing or visiting art galleries.  16. Being materialist is not as bad as they say it is. A new shiny toy won’t break your heart.  17.  We are never born to change the world. We’re born to survive it or lose the game.  18. Just because you are breathing, it doesn’t mean you are alive, and sometimes to feel alive you need to be alone. And you need to understand that to some people sometimes is always.

agnesvilci  (via wnq-writers)

[yonitayuliani]

How time flies so fast..

[yonitayuliani]

I’m speechless..

Love you Mum :*

[wnq-writers]

If you don’t feel the need to look for me when I’m absent, my presence really has no effect on you. When we are not together, I’m constantly thinking of you, missing you, wishing you were here… But you never think of me and I need to find a way to be okay with that.

Isa (via wordsnquotes)

[goodquoteco]

Win or lose, Red or blue, We must all stay true.

Tupac Shakur (via hqlines)

[wnq-writers]

There’s a comfort in believing you are the most damaged you can ever be. The most hurt you can ever be. The truth is, we never are. As long as there’s a tiny bit of love left inside you. A little part of you holding on, you are never safe. As long as you breathe for something, you can never hide.

bravo-styled  (via wordsnquotes)

[yonitayuliani]

Once I believe, there's no way I can turn my back

Yonita Yuliani

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[yonitayuliani]

It's kinda hard to accept that you truly have changed and I'm only the one hoping that everything is still the same

Yonita Yuliani

[wordsnquotes]

[wordsnquotes]

BOOK OF THE DAY: 

Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein by Shel Silverstein 

We have a confession: when we were about seven-years old, we dreamt about being poets. The first book to inspire us in becoming major bookworms was Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends. Now, the latest edition released in 2004, is different from an edition we read in the 90s. Containing 12 new poems, we were filled with zest and nostalgia when we laid our eyes once again on Silverstein’s clean illustrations! One of our favorite poems from the new edition is “Invitation.”

If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!

Silly, imaginative and non-conformist, Silverstein explicitly plays on a person’s imagination. Unorthodox and playful, we recommend you read this book to everyone you know! Where the Sidewalk Ends inspired us to write our first poems and practice our recitation skills in front of any adult, who took the risk of listening to our mumbo jumbo. Nevertheless, we were in fact quirky, ourselves, too. Drawing inspiration from Peggy Ann McKay, we attempted to skip school one day by insisting we were sick. Although we did not fool our mother, we memorized Peggy Ann’s fun rhymes to get us a free day:

“I have the measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash, and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye.”

In case you haven’t noticed yet, this is not an educational or intellectual recommendation, this is a suggestion from the heart. This is one of our personal favorites. We have many memories with Silverstein’s prose, and we dearly wish your revisit one of the most fun poetry books in literature. 

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[yonitayuliani]

Woken Up

Once you found yourself sitting on the bench alone— thinking about how nice your life was.

You know exactly that the past is in the past and —you’d get nothing from it.

But— your thoughts brought you to the moments when everything was so perfect.

Your family loved you, your friends were around, and your life was colorful.

You did not have time to hate people, to be sad—to be miserable.

Then,  suddenly you brought yourself comparing your life now —and back.

It was so good to experience one more time of those—you reckoned

But—again you realized— it was impossible

Then you groaned and saw the sky above

You were thinking about how different the sky was— back then

You pictured your beloved people smiling to you and how you wish you could— once more— to get yourself back to

You pinched yourself of your stupidity and turned your gaze to the grass below

You were barefoot so you could sense the dancing grass

You stepped toward and just strode away— from the bench

You stared at this tree—the tree of your past

How you spent your time with your father, mother and your brothers

The weird was you could hear their laughing in the air

You saw your father telling your brothers and you how his life had been— before he met your mother

You were all laughing at the right moment

It was, you thought—a past

You started thinking about your past, your father’s and everybody’s

How everything you got now would also— be a past

You were keen to tell your children about how wonderful your life had been

But, you couldn’t— because you did not get that

How could I make it?—you pushed your brain to think

You searched the answer —laying on back of your mind

“I have to live my life, I have to live consciously, I have to— wake up”

Then, you woke up and found yourself in your bedroom—sweating under the moonlight.

-Yonita Yuliani-