"You can’t make anyone love you, trust you, or even like you. If they don’t, it’s not your responsibility to change the way they think of you. It’s your responsibility to change the way you think of yourself."
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Roger Daltry took command of the plane. But he also took a bunch of drugs right before take off.
Roger had been a pilot of a big pink (or so he thought) 737 for TWA, then later Delta, but he always kept his thoughts focused on a manta that guided him throughout his professional career: "let's do a bunch of drugs right before take off." He did this with such ease, that captain Roger Daltry would frequently fall asleep at the adjoining bar near the gate.
Most of his drug intake was done in a secluded employee bathroom with only one stall. Once he assumed a huddled position near the commode, he would light up an old crack pipe that his father gave him on how thirteenth Birthday. Then, in...
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the capacity to act despite our fears."
13 Word Story
Create a 13 word story based on the illustration below. Tag your open letter "13WS".
Caption this illustration in two sentences.
Use the comments section below.
"What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she's a stranger."
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Heart vs Mind
"Follow your heart but take your brain with you."
"The brain is logical, the heart is emotional."
We know that the heart vs mind debate is unending but what are your thoughts on the subject? Write an Open Letter and use the tag "opinion".
Your words of poison,
spoken without remorse.
Would you drink from a cup,
Made with the same potion?
People who tell me that "you've changed!"
And yes, I did.
Because I can feel myself murdered with the laden of my life.
I've no guts,
But do have the thoughts of suicide.
I feel like a prisoner,
Who's caged for several years.
Who's mind is shrinking
And heart is drought & at the same time, dunk in fears.
That the happy kid inside me has been kidnapped from a while.
In search of it,
There's no one out there, for me, to pay the ransom,
That is, their love & their time.
You say, you stand by my side.
And I fear this intimacy will for once choke my breaths.
You say a few beautiful lines.
And ask me, why like before, I don't react?