..and on the third day he rose again.
it actually says "again", doesn't it? so how many times before this one have there already been? how many times have you caught yourself someplace "there".. again?
this is what my Easter looked like this year. and this is what it felt like, a flow of easygoingness and appreciation. wind in my hair again, sun on my skin and the sea wide open. helluva lucky, right? i am, again.
the beauty of spontaneity is how unexpectedly the good comes. it's just suddenly there, whether you had just left it around the last corner, or have spent a long while looking for it in vein. all of a sudden, everything is much more alive.. again.
get a little self-help, my friend. do a little good, treat yourself.
breathe.
share and engage, and rest when you're tired.. again.
we are trained to be hard-core, and to expect greatness from ourselves. we should. just as we should not forget to be good to ourselves, to clear our minds every now and then. true, it's no magic. the longer weekend will end and you will find yourself in the middle of "it all".. again.
there is beauty in the breakdown. and even more in the resurrection. so play a little phoenix, rise from ash, or burn if you have to. as long as that is what makes you alive and breathing, there's no shame in it. try yourself. challenge. there's plenty more space for growing. again.
it actually says "again", doesn't it? so how many times before this one have there already been? how many times have you caught yourself someplace "there".. again?
this is what my Easter looked like this year. and this is what it felt like, a flow of easygoingness and appreciation. wind in my hair again, sun on my skin and the sea wide open. helluva lucky, right? i am, again.
the beauty of spontaneity is how unexpectedly the good comes. it's just suddenly there, whether you had just left it around the last corner, or have spent a long while looking for it in vein. all of a sudden, everything is much more alive.. again.
get a little self-help, my friend. do a little good, treat yourself.
breathe.
share and engage, and rest when you're tired.. again.
we are trained to be hard-core, and to expect greatness from ourselves. we should. just as we should not forget to be good to ourselves, to clear our minds every now and then. true, it's no magic. the longer weekend will end and you will find yourself in the middle of "it all".. again.
there is beauty in the breakdown. and even more in the resurrection. so play a little phoenix, rise from ash, or burn if you have to. as long as that is what makes you alive and breathing, there's no shame in it. try yourself. challenge. there's plenty more space for growing. again.
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