Living Moments

Speaking of Love              What is love? Love is a very special and meaningful word to each human being. Each human being has his/her own thoughts about love to guide himself/herself to land safely and smoothly into the kingdom of Love. Without this preconceived idea of love, people would be acting like a blind person searching for the light with thousand of obstacles in front of him.        What is Love? I know this question exists in each human being's mind including myself. If not it is still waiting to be discovered deeply in your heart. What do I think of love? For me, I believe love is a priceless diamond, because a diamond has thousands of reflections, and each reflection represents a meaning of love. With love I can accept a person's imperfections without any condition, and able to transfer the way I love myself to another person who I am fancy at. With love I can have the power against lone...

My Mom, My Hero First of all, Mothers are highly responsible women. They certainly play a very important role in the upbringing of the child . Most noteworthy, Mothers play a huge role in determining a child’s attitude. Whether a child will be good or evil in the future depends upon the Mother. The moral values taught by Mother probably play a huge role. Individuals often remember their Mother’s v alues  until old age. Hence, the Mother is responsible for the well-being of society. The future of society in a large way is the result of a Mother’s teaching. Mothers share a deep connection with their children. This connection certainly cannot be matched by anyone else. Even fathers fail to establish that type of understanding. The origins of this connection happen from infancy. Most noteworthy, a Mother can understand her infant child without communication. This certainly develops a strong emotional connection between a mother and child. This bond seems to carry into adul...

    PERSONAL NARRATIVE Oomph. The nearly inaudible sound escapes my mouth seconds before I collapse, doubled over in pain. I lie on the smoldering asphalt desperately trying to regain the breath so forcefully knocked out of me. My ears are ringing, my heart pounding, and I can feel the tears welling behind my eyes. I won't cry. No, I won't give them the pleasure. However, before I can stop myself, I am silently weeping. I roll over, stand up and look where the kickball came from. All the kids are pointing and laughing at me. One pitiful sob escapes my mouth before I turn and run to the swings. "Another kickball to the stomach?" my only friend, Wendy, asks nonchalantly. Her blue eyes pierce mine, and I look at the ground in shame. "I don't even see why you try to play kickball. It's a popular kids sport; people like you and I don't belong there, as you can see," she says, with exasperation, gesturing at my tears. Elementary school can be reall...

LET THE SEA SET YOU FREE There's no place like home except for the beach.  Every time I stand   before the beautiful beach its  waves seem to whisper me:  If  you  choose the simple  things and find joy in nature's simple  treasures  life  and living need not be so hard.  It is always with excitement that I wake up in the  morning wondering what my intuition will toss up  to me, like gifts from the sea. I work with it and rely  on it. It's my partner. I love the peace the sea gives me as if I am made from the salt itself. The beach is not always a place, sometimes it's a feeling. I want to be wild, beautiful and free just like the sea.

                   GET TO KNOW ME When I was a kid I didn't grow up with my dad and mom because mom and dad had a huge problem leading to misunderstandings and never going back to a happy family again because of those events I grew up with my grandmother reached to the point where I no longer knew a father and mother because I had not been with them since the day I was born. I grew up happy with my grandmother even we're poor. My grandmother also said that my dad was incarcerated for murder and that my mother was traveling to another country to help my siblings continue their studies. When I was 12 my father was released from prison, since the day he was released we always slept together in the same bed, always bought with my own stuff and food and my mom came home, happy to feel we are complete again but mom and dad are still not okay till now.