We often say, “God hates the sin but loves the sinner.” This is blessedly true, but too often we quickly rush over the first half of this statement to get to the second. We cannot escape the fact that God hates our sins. We may trifle with our sins or excuse them, but God hates them. Therefore every time we sin, we are doing something God hates. He hates our lustful thoughts, our pride and jealousy, our outbursts of temper, and our rationalization that the end justifies the means. We need to be gripped by the fact that God hates all these things. We become so accustomed to our sins we sometimes lapse into a state of peaceful coexistence with them, but God never ceases to hate them.

Flipping through the last couple of pages of the year. But as they say, it’s better to tell a story than to experience it. I wrote a good book for myself this past year. Went through hell and back, Destroyed everything and built it back up from scratch. Learned that it’s important to stay true to myself. Because when everything falls apart, I’m the only thing I have left. So dear me: Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for pushing through when all you wanted to do is give up. Yes, not everything turned out how you wanted it to, but if you ever feel like giving up again, just look back at this past year. Re read the book and be proud of yourself. I love you more than anything else in the world. I owe my life to you.

It’s December, and I have learnt that you can be both strong and fragile, all at the same time. So, when you feel like you have fallen apart so many times before this year, don’t forget the strength that has always been holding you up.

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

and that was the thing about her, she kept on surviving. with bullet holes in her lungs, and knife marks etched in her back. she never let anything get in her way, resilient. a fighter, not by choice. but a warrior at heart.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured.

Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?

And after all, everyone needs a few flaws to make them real.

Some people come into your life just to teach you how to let go.

Memories haunt us at any time Even it’s 2am and you are in deep sleep And suddenly you wake up with wet eyes

I don’t seek advices. I seek understanding.

You don’t know what it’s like to have voices in your head saying that everybody hates you saying that you’re not enough saying that you don’t deserve any kind of love and support