You simply cannot fake it, cause you know why because it can automatically been detected by the people around you through your verbal and non verbal signals which you emit either consciously or non consciously through your body, eyes and mouth. In this world many people are wandering aimlessly, thinking for every kind of shits they know and their inner voice tells them to do in order get freedom of finance, better health and relationships but they don't wanna take action at all. People make way for the person who is with a purpose in mind, they respect and value such person who has definite purpose and plan to achieve what he is been intended to do.
Whatever at first seems difficult through rhythm we can do it easily and in continuous motion, it helps us in the repetition of the an event for a big amounts of time. For example... If you are walking down the road, and you have decided to walk for 10 km per day. Which is really boring and exhausting task for the both mind and body. But when we do it with a rhythm, then we place our body in motion of a specific sets of interval and repetition becomes easy. Like, when we put right leg in front then we count to 1 and when we put left leg in front we count to 2 and when again right leg in front we count to 3 and then left leg in front we count to 4 and so on. We can easiy increase and decrease the timing or counting speed of the task according to our need or requirements. Basically what we are doing here is putting our body and mind in specific time intervals.
But yes they are important too, they are life source, they are light, and they make this world a beautiful and colorful place with their Illogicalities.
Just for the mating rituals men have to forget their logicalities. If you are a person who love logicalities you can never have a woman in your life, in order to have women you must learn and need to adore the illogicalities of this world and of the women.
If you are a person who talks logically with a women, you are an idiot. They will never stay stable on their words spoken, rather always find words or point to let you down and prove you wrong. After that Will think you as their enemy, and always try their best to make you feel worst. So learn this rule never forget, don't ever talk with a women logically. You are wasting your time.
Intelligent men never try to make any sense of the talks of a woman, because they will never make any sense. Don't contradict her, condemn her, but listen them carefully, attentively and love them passionately. Just say you are right, and she will love and adore you are her best men.
Sometimes it's tend to happen in our childhood that our parents doesn't let us mix up with certain company or a group of children. Stating them as bad children. The impact of the this will be that we sometimes tends to develop low confidence, some kind of fear, anxiety issue and so on... in ourselves and when we grow up, it comes into our personality. And we may not know how to present ourselves to others, to talk, to talk resulting ourselves into self-centered personas. When we grow younger now a days you can see that many young children's tends to be non confident in their personalities and are considered as introvert in nature.
And many ill effects are their for this kind of security.
Without thinking about your own benefit, just for the sake of that person help them. There is popular psychology behind and story, People are bound to help people who had helped or supported them at any time, and by helping people, we draw closer to them. They give us a place in their heart, a better bond is formed.
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I tried .
Moonbeam mirrored on the motion of water and the mellifluent murmurous river magically mellowed my mind meanwhile myriad of malefic memories mollified. Moreover, melancholic metaphors were mentioned in my mystical musings.
I just missed writing a story and I saw the Writing Contest in Creative Arena. Forgive me if there are grammatical errors. I was listening to the song Yakusoku(Promise) by Akie while writing and my mind travelled to Japan I didn't add too much details to focus on a certain scene. Hope you'll like it!
Jane walked through the gallery smelling like a leftover tragedy and went straight to her grandmother's room. She knelt on the floor and lifted the lid of a glass jar kept in the corner. Letters tied with jute threads, dried roses and old photographs are collected inside. She untied the threads and took some old pictures of her grandparents. They were young and looked so sweet. Genuine smiles printed on their faces, firmly holding each other's hands under the Cherry Blossom Tree. A short letter was written on the back, it says,
"Our first date on the first day of Spring. I knew you loved the Sakura since that is your name too Sakura-san. I made sure to find a spot there. You looked so beautiful in your dress. Daisukidesu! "
Jane smiled as she recalled her grandpa's sweetness. She looked at the next photo - her grandparents wearing a Kimono. "This must be during a festival." she whispered while reading the short letter on the back again.
"Sakura-san! If only I could request you to wear a Kimono everyday! I still can't believe you're mine. Aishiteru!"
Putting back the pictures, Jane picked the dried roses and smelled it. It's dry, but surely, these roses witnessed the labyrinthine love her grandparents shared. She remembered that time, even when her grandparents were old, her grandpa would still give roses to her grandma on their Monthsaries. Their love is so pure that it blooms healthily. George, Jane's husband, knocked on the door while walking inside the room towards Jane. "I was looking for you. I figured you would be here." "Yes. I just missed them both so I came here." "It's been two months already since grandmother passed away. She told us if we get into a big argument, we can read the letters in her glass jar. I'm sorry Babe. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. " George also knelt on the floor, hugged her from behind and kissed her head. "I'm sorry too 'cause I just lashed out", she answered. George moved beside her and carefully picked a red envelope. "It's amazing how grandmother kept all of these." he remarked while scrutinizing the envelope's texture. "She mentioned this jar before and said she's glad that she kept the letters, roses and photos because it helps her recall the memories of how grandpa loved her so much. " "Power of memories, that's lovely, like how you also take note in your diary about my personality. " George laughed. Jane blushed and he added, "Anyway, let's see what's inside here." he then opened the red envelope. There was a photo and a paper - probably a letter. He picked the picture and glanced at Jane who was also waiting. "I think this is from grandmother. You read it Babe." George handed her the envelope together with the photo and the letter. Jane took them and gasped as she saw the picture of her grandma sitting on a chair beside her grandpa on a hospital bed. Sakura was firmly holding his hand. Jane remembered that since she was the one who captured that picture, printed it and gave it to her grandma. She read the note on the back.
"Tsuki, Happy Valentine's Day! Happy Monthsary! Wake up now, Love. I'm waiting for my roses. Jane gave me this picture, that sweet kid! So, I decided to write a note too just like what you do. I'll surprise you with this when you wake up. I don't care if you give me my roses late, but just wake up. I miss your wrinkly smile. I'll wait. Feb. 14, 2015."
Jane tried to hold back her tears, but her hands were already shaking. She unfolded the letter, then read it in a low voice. George placed his arms around her shoulder when he noticed her shaking hands.
"Dear Tsuki, It's been a month since you left me. You told me if I write, it will help me express my thoughts. I just focused on the pain and let myself weep. How dare you leave me on our Monthsary! It hurts so much because I want to receive a rose from you, but now you're gone. Anata! I miss you so much. Thank you for loving me with all of your heart. I promise to continue guiding our sons and daughters even if they're already grown. Also, our grandkids, I hope they'll find the love we both had. Wait for me! Just like how you waited for me under the Sakura Tree. I'll come there while wearing a Kimono. I won't ever forget you Tsuki! Koishiteru!
Always Yours, Sakura. March 23, 2015. "
Jane weeps in sadness. She carefully placed the letters together with the photo and the envelope on the floor and hugged her husband tightly. "They finally reunited in that Sakura Tree." George said. He hugged her tightly as well and caressed her back to comfort her. Jane painfully smiled and answered, "Yes.I miss them so much, but I know they're happy together now."
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I've been playing with alliteration and assonance. Somehow managed to squeeze the whole alphabet in (many thanks out to my trusty thesaurus ❤️) I'll admit this wasn't easy, but I had lots of fun doing it.
AN ALLITERATED DAY
Aureate Aura of the Alluring sun flares through
Below the Boundless Bed of azure skies Blue
Cotton Candy Clouds sailed gently and flew
Downwards and Downwards, in Drops of Dew
Exotic and Exultant with petals spread wide
Fresh Flowers Frolic, their Fragrances glide
Guileless, Golden innocence, nothing to hide
Hallowed Havens of sepals, within Happily reside
In between Iridescent whorls of an Isle of bloom
Jubilant and Joyful, the bright butterflies zoom
Kith and Kin gather, forming Kaleidoscopic plume
Lush and Lustrous, they are darkness's doom
Morning Mural of splendor, a wonderous sight
Never ending Niches of hidden shadowed light
Overwhelming Ovation of beauty, Orators' plight
Provocative Praise attracts dormant noon's delight
Quixotic, Quintessential is Apollo's chariot's cry
Roaring and Raging the Ravishing sun Rises high
Soothing Susurrous of dawn, departs with a Sigh
Tendrils of Traipsing fire, the alpine mountains spy
Umbra within Umbrage where birds' refuges unfurl
Virile Vines dance, among the berried branches curl
Winds Woo sweet Willows, in evening they swirl
Xanthic and roseate, rippling dark clouds whirl
Yesternight's blossoms' bequeathed fragrances twirl
Zealous Zephyr heralds night, burnished black pearl
My 2nd Pod I'm extremely happy... Thank you so much @mirakee and all beautiful souls who read this❤️(alphabets are lucky for me) _________________________________________ Appraisals, arise and awake to appreciate apostrophes which belongs to beguiling sky of brewing bruises.
Confidence, comprises canister of coruscant commands to delineate dilemmas of one's heart and mind.
Eternity, elaborates essence of forevers, the forbidden forevers fabricated to be forgotten.
Gratitude, graceful greeting for the gallant efforts which are put in hibernating hopes of heartbroken home.
Imperfections, irreplaceable inheritance which (in)complete(s) me with juvenescent joy justifying my self worth.
Kaleidoscope: knits, kindles and erase distance between longing souls and love liberates longings to luminate life with serenity.
Meditation: mastering my morales with discipline and concentration where nestling nostalgia nullify and present joy invades me.
Optimism overflows from the opulent outline of beliefs where one Practices principles of preaching persistence.
Quintessence: quipping quality of reflecting (im)perfections, where Renaissance revive to reconcile reverberation of last birth, and Sanguine sunsets hold saffron sky To teach time the value of itself by the hands of treasured tomorrows, and Ushering universe utters the epilogue written by the last breathe of today.
Voracious vehemences welcomes wisdom by following xper Xena's.
Youth yearn for bright future and you yourself are the pride, zestful zephyr of enthusiasm blows within you to exemplify life for the zillionth time.