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I hate it, I truly passionately hate it, when I turn out to be right about something I spent days praying that I would end up being wrong about.

I won’t give in.

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The Strings Attached

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Some people just show up from years safely archived in the back of your head.. People you’ve forgotten about and drowned all the memories that had to do with them in the sea of abandoned days.
Those people show up to show you how much you’ve come, how much they’ve contributed to it, and how far you can still go.

Regardless of how much those people won’t matter in your today; a word of wisdom from their mouth shaped your every yesterday.

Never forget.. You can never clean cut all the strings that were once not only attached but were God-sent as well.

Every person walks in and out of your life for a reason.

“We might be through with the past, but the past will never be through with us.”

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I wish you had seen me as beautiful back then.

It’s only never too late to admit that it’s very late.

So long my friend.

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All I needed to pursue the happiness I confused for a lot of other thing and the purpose I couldn’t find was right there in front of my eyes the whole time.

My desktop wallpaper. My sole belief.

Lesson learned: Whatever the situation- good or bad, it will change.

It certainly did.

 

Thank you :)

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I’ve figured it out.

I spent the past 4 days trying to connect the dots and put the fray-ended pieces together.

And I figured it out!

We try desperately to maintain our trust in those we love. Despite their every thoughtless action and hurtful word. We never lose our ability to try and find reasons to keep the trust. Not because of unconditional love, that’s one way to see it, but the truth- and nothing but it, shows clearly that losing faith is hundred times worse than falling out of love.

I need you to trust me. And I need you to give me a reason to trust you more. Because every time something goes wrong and we make up, I can’t help but feel like.. feel like you can’t wait for the next time to push me away. I need to trust that you’re going to be there for me, that you’re going to let me be there for you.

And I know that you never mean for your word to play on my insecurities, but I am a runner. I get scared. And you, more than anyone else, know that I would trade the skies above for a shell if I could. I am going to get better, I am going to fall in love with the skies above, and I will go back to taking risks.. and loving it.

But right now, I give you my heart, and if that’s not enough.. then I’m not enough. That’s all I can give. Now. And it’s the most precious delicate thing too. For it shatters upon strong wind.

To cut it short, the past two weeks helped me figure this out: A rocky road means we have solid ground.

And I won’t give up.

I love you.

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Today, while in shower, I realized that the reason I stopped documenting daily thoughts was because I lost interest in my own life. I was overworked, always tired, always sleepy and I had hundreds of things to do- that only left me drained and grumpy.

Although my blessings were countless, I lost interest in almost everything I had.

I was selfish.

I didn’t look at why I started this whole thing.

I only thought of the mental energy that this too would require from me. And I was too tired. I had zero energy.

Never in the past 16 months was I ever too tired for you. I am sorry. I don’t know what was I thinking.

You’ll always be the reason I started this blog let alone Project 365.

I love you wifey.

I can’t wait for you to come back. Once and for all.

“You give me direction.”

The Stranger

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Whether you like it or not; you are going to be the stranger passing by in hundreds of photographs.

So while you do it, while you’re breaking into the precious memories of people you’ll never meet- You can be the stranger that had a smile on his face.

[Please suggest a picture. Send to nafea.n@gmail.com]