Go Placidly

"Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence." ~~a verse from 'Desiderata'by Max Ehrmann

Cherry Blooms at Al Safa Park.

One Fine Weekend at Al Safa Park.

Miracle Garden at Al Barsha South.

When Life Gives You Lemon

“But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.” ~~The Perks of Being a Wallflower

It’s not hard to think the logic between life and lemon.  If you’ve tasted lemon, well, it’s kind of sour-y and bitterly acidic that you may want to giggle a little bit as your taste buds touched the juicy part of it.  And just like it, life could be sour-y, or harsh at times. But what if life gives you lemon frequently?

'My Saving Grace' by Mariah Carey

I've still got a lot to learn, but at least, I know where I can turn

When I'm in my times of need
Just as long, As I know all things are possible,
Just as long as I believe.

Postcards from ME Trails

Friday was Church day.

After hearing testimonies and stories of hardships from my church brothers and sisters and how God gave them grace and strength to conquer them, I realise that I do have so much to thank for than complain about.

So here, as a manner of thanking God for all the blessings, I share to you some postcards of my ME roadtrips:

Sunrise in Mirfa Beach, AD 

Letter To God

Dear  God,

First of all, I want to thank You all the days of my life- the good and bad.

If You’re gonna ask me how I’m feeling today, then, my answer is ‘I am not feeling really good!’ I know You have known for it before I felt it and the tendency to whine on it or curl up in bed.

I was just sad today. I may sound so ingratitude-ly rude for saying this after all the good things You’ve done with my life, family, and friends, in general. Well, I felt sad since I felt the difficulty already. Difficulty in trying to be tactful in the midst of impossibly bad-mannered bunch of professionals, trying not to make face to unreasonably vicious people, and finally, trying to smile when I felt like mistreated and dealt with roughly by people who thought they are the kings of this world and that we are here because we are in dire need of their mercy just for us to live in decency.

Forgive me for whining already. I know my case isn’t special, but I can’t help but feel the cruelty.

Being OFW, it also makes me sick to think that people back in my country thought I have a lot of money and enjoying my time abroad. Yes, for most of like me, we took our pictures  with nice views or with nice back drafts - and that’s because we can’t see any slums and streets with political billboards or buntings hanging in the countries our fates have taken us.