you're braver than you believe and stronger than you seem.

put on a smile, lift your chin up

if it can fool others, maybe it can for yourself.

what are my sorrows in comparison with the sorrows of others? life doesn't always go your way, i'm learning that, painfully but surely.

do you count your blessings or do you wallow in sorrows?  it's a struggle to count your blessings when your spirit is dampened and your heart is heavy, the rational voice in you tells you to pick yourself up, to not fuss over the trivial things like a silly worrywart; but the indignant voice demands attention like a child stomping up a tantrum, telling you to take a stand and not be a doormat.

refocus, channel those thoughts onto the path of posivity. i try so so hard to find a glimmer of hope, but most of the time i'm more engrossed in the engulfing troubles. i've been constantly reminded to enjoy the process, but it's truly a struggle trying to appreciate this overly commercialised practice. maybe i truly am a peasant, one who detests the glitz and glamour.

step by step, we're moving forward;

little by little, taking ground;

every prayer a powerful weapon; 

strongholds come tumbling down