It has been many days,
Those days that become weeks,
Those weeks that become months,
True enough months turned to years.
All these years,
What have I done,
So many paths and journeys,
I went through that all for a purpose.
This purpose of life,
Everchanging destinations,
The seasons of requirements,
The winter that become summer.
Those cold discouragement,
They never seemed too cold for me,
Those backs that turned against me,
I still remember the look on your face.
You questioned my dreams,
You ridiculed at my ambitions,
The forward movement of my life,
How can anyone stop me from moving on?
Life goes on,
I keep breathing,
New things to learn,
There's no stopping now.
Why look back,
When you can look forward?
Why stay there,
When you can move forward?
Question yourself today,
What have you done yesterday?
Did you move forward or did you stay?
Be positive, See the positive and think positive.
There's nothing you can't do,
Unless you didn't give it a try,
Even if you can't do it in the end,
At least you know that you've tried.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
I think
The peaceful thought,
The beautiful piece of art,
The thoughts in my mind,
Afloat among many others.
This thought stayed afloat,
Longer than i thought it would,
This thought is different I thought,
But it's just similarly just a thought.
Maybe that explains,
Why it's good to live by the day,
Because tomorrow will be like today,
The same old thing with a different approach.
These thoughts,
They became dreams,
These dreams,
They became part of me.
I think,
So I am,
I dream,
So I become.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
The beautiful piece of art,
The thoughts in my mind,
Afloat among many others.
This thought stayed afloat,
Longer than i thought it would,
This thought is different I thought,
But it's just similarly just a thought.
Maybe that explains,
Why it's good to live by the day,
Because tomorrow will be like today,
The same old thing with a different approach.
These thoughts,
They became dreams,
These dreams,
They became part of me.
I think,
So I am,
I dream,
So I become.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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