“What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.”

Not everything that bothers us is a problem, not everything that comforts us is the solution.

Every attachment is naturally temporary. It is made permanent by conscious thinking – sticking to moments and replaying memories.

The peak of intensity is numbness not emotionless.

Because sometimes the value lasts only as long as the distance does.

Forever is timeless, time changes everything, a forever battle against time.

And then there are people who try to fix themselves by fixing others only to end up more unfixed than ever.

You surrender to instantaneous instincts then mourn over becoming a slave.

At times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.

Don’t tell me to not daydream. That’s the only place where I live and don’t think.

What more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.

Look at us. Always choosing devastation followed enlightenment over spoon fed lessons.

Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.

Transient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.

Falling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.

I feel so blessed to just have done what I had done. To be able to just use what God has given me is a blessing. You know, never mind the Grammys, never mind the records, never mind all of that. Just to be able to sing.

Open your eyes, I’m a BLESSING in disguise.

Small is how blessings, healing, progress and increase occur.

We are healed to help others. We are blessed to be a blessing. We are saved to serve, not to sit around and wait for heaven.

I know your lives are busy. I know that you have much to do. But I make you a promise that if you will go to the house of the Lord, you will be blessed; life will be better for you.

I love what I do professionally, I’m really blessed. But my priority is my husband and my children.

Money. A blessing that is of no advantage to us excepting when we part with it.

The rains of Life’s Blessings cannot gather on mountaintops of pride, but flow easily into valleys of humbleness.