The Earth Rotates Anyway

There once was a dream that everybody dreamed of. When these so many people gathered and came to reach and to be inspired by the same dream they shared, wishing one day it would come true, they thought miracle could happen. They firmly believed it. They knew if they worked their asses off hard enough, they could win it.

In the field of hope, many of diverse people seek for different goals for a certain phase of their lives. It may be only few years, but significant years that they don't want to let go to waste. Because we all hope to be great. We hope to become more of persons than just what we are given by the significant others of ours. So we decide to fight. We thrive and struggle more than just what we are asked. We take more of responsibilities. And by the way, we know that we are strong enough for that.

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"Actually, there is a word for that. It’s love. I’m in love with her, okay? If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you just, you…you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just– you don’t give up. Because if I could just give up…if I could just, you know, take the whole world’s advice and– and move on and find someone else, that wouldn't be love. That would be… that would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But I– that is not what this is." 

—Ted, HIMYM

Living The Eternity

It is someday you suddenly feel surprised to recognize your surroundings and your daily life, that everything doesn't seem to fit your memory. You feel like everything is strangers to you, and you are a stranger to everything. It's as if you were isolated in a small point of the day and night that keep rotating their shifts, and you can't seem to find your place anywhere within.

It turns out you haven't changed at all from the self of yours from a certain point in your life, somewhere in the past. People say your face doesn't age, and neither does your behaviour. The way you look upon the world might slightly be different, but it doesn't affect the outcome you give to people around. For them, when they meet you, it's as if they saw someone who traveled time from the past to the present, and indeed they recognize you that way. Ironically, for you, they are strangers. You try but cannot at all recognize who they are although your brain has associated their similar faces and voices to the certain people in your memory. You just know these are not them you once knew.

How You Become The Writer You Always Wanted To Be

Reblog from: Thought Catalog
Original Author: Ella Ceron 

You will not begin with greatness. You will begin with putting words down on a page.

You will write because you want to, because you feel like you should. Because something in you was sparked one day in English class. Because you’re bored, because there is nothing else better to do, because somebody gave you a diary one year for your birthday and you figured you might as well try to use it. Because doing so sorts out racing thoughts and messy feelings.

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"No amount of guilt can change the past and no amount of worrying can change the future. Go easy on yourself for the outcome of all affairs is determined by God's Decree. If something is meant to go elsewhere, it will never come on your way, but if it is yours by destiny, from it you cannot flee.''

—Umar ibn al-Khattab r.a

5 Things Writing Has Taught Me About Love

Reblog from: Thought Catalog

Original Author: Matthew Begbie

1. Remember The Details

Writers are taught to pay attention to detail.

They remember the big things, the small things, and the things that never happened at all. They remember that yellow shirt from the 80s you wore the first time you met. They remember the first compliment they gave you and the way the four strangers at the table by the window smiled like they knew just how desperately it had been clawing to get out. Writers remember the first and only time you said “I love you” and how you meant it the way a sailor loves the wind, dependent and reliant. They can recall the stories you told to pass the time when you missed your train stop and all the stops they missed themselves. In the end, those are the things that matter the most.