inspiration, Motivation

Anything Goes On Sunday: Just Being Alive is Wonderful

Born, live, grow up (some people mentally evolve, some others devolve) die, and everything we breath in between: pain, laughter, sorrow, happiness, abandonment, love. We can make it, survive and enjoy life. Then we have to get ready to move on, to change rooms, to start living in the Big Picture that awaits each on of us.

In the meantime: Just Being Alive is Wonderful!

BORN

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LIVE

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GROWING UP

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DIE

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inspiration, Motivation

Gratitude Sunday: Because Being Thankful Is Perfectly Splendid!

I dedicate one day a week in my blog to express the infinite gratitude I have everyday of my existence for the privilege of having being born in this world.

I am grateful TODAY because I have a healthy life …

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…A beautiful family

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… To share my happiness and with whom I share my life

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… Food to feed me and my loved ones, including my loving cats and dogs. And for all this and more I am eternally grateful!

What are you grateful for?

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Blogging, Poetry, Writings

Anything Goes On Sunday: The Devil Is A Handsome Man

This poem is dedicated to anybody who has fallen in love with a narcissistic person. Let the pain go away. The deceiver will never stop deceiving!

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This is a paradox.

-you are a bad man-

You lie like you breathe You cheat and deceive

Your smiles and your jokes Are in fact just a cloak

The sparkle in your eyes As you take pleasure in my cries

And the way you rejoice Hearing the pain in my voice

Made me understand That you ARE a bad man

Under that polished facade, You believe you’re a god

I’m tired of your neglect And of your disrespect

So I pen these words Hoping you’ve heard

That at the end of the day Those games that you play

Maybe you are fun But my dear I am done!

Leslie Bertrand ©Paradoxical Phoenix