In our life We learn some kind work then we try to initiate and to give it a start in our life We try to be constant with our determination for doing that work And finally we express it in our life and live with it as we express or.define it in our life
#150th post Thanks to all the beautiful souls for your kind support and suggestions in my writing journey. Dedicating this one to inner self
In today's social world many of us lost our inner self, the kind of disharmony it's creating to our mind is really harming us. For this inner Peace is the necessity, if our inner self emits soothing vibes we can grow more beautifully as a human.
Introspection is the most essential aspect of personality development. The more time we spend with ourselves, the more we get to know about ourselves. So, what I felt necessary is that we should spend at least one hour with ourselves. In this hour.. Let the inner self of yours explore your soul. Try to learn what really running throughout your body. Just halt every connection for one hour with world outside you and let your heart pour out the things that really harming your soul. Just listen to your body, your soul try to resolve your main areas of inner contention. Learn to love yourself, try to please your soul first. Believe me the kind of piece you'll get after this time gonna be priceless. You will be able to assess who you really are? You'll be able to know what really makes you happy and what's that thing which bothers you? You'll be able to make soothing sync with your soul. You'll find a new and real you.❤ . . . Tag me using #himanshuwrites #attanshi#shrutiwari #writersnetwork#writerstolli#pod #rhythmic_beats#selflove#inspiration @writersnetwork@writerstolli
I still go to the shore in the dusk and hope you'd return. You never promised to come back, but your eyes did, and your trembling feet showed how much they didn't want to carry you away. I close my eyes and see your boat coming through the fog the same way you left except for this time your hands stroking the oars faster. This time you don't stroll to the bank; you run as though you would suffocate if you didn't embrace me in few next seconds. I know none of this is real, not the boat, not you, not my dream only the mist over the sea and hope in my eyes are real. Maybe I couldn't saw clearly in your eyes. Maybe your feet lied to me. Maybe you'd never come. But, I would still keep coming here to see you because idea of your returning makes my dead heart beat a little.