Motivational and Inspirational Messages

What a misleading belief! I had once believed that ,silently materialized figure of any object is just a trivial reflection processed into visualization through the aid of the light of the sun. Truly, I had been living with this old wrong deceitful school of thoughts-which expresses- no sun, no shadow or no light, no shadow Extensively stated, I had been thinking, that very the moment the sun goes down or the light goes off, my shadow goes off have never believed, it is more than the expression of a mere sight...I never believed, the shadow of anyone is record-keeping system carefully processed, developed and instilled inside the figure of anyone I went down the line to verify the developer of this record-keeping software and to my surprise- It is God! I remember one of the courses we were thought, back then in school...We were taught "ROM", i.e Read-Only Memory- these are programs or software initiated and developed by the manufacturer and not subjected to editing or to be d

                CONTACT  It had taken a wrong turn before I got to understand the cardinal meaning of CONTACT. My facial expression was nothing short of tears and bitterness gripped my heart like heart attack If I had known, all I needed was contact, I wouldn't have paid more attention to adding to my phonebook I thought I would be squaring up my shoulders like a renowned queen of England, the moment I stepped out of school, bagging good grades After so many years of unbending efforts, I came to the conclusion of the fact that in my country “It is not just about what you know, it is more about who you know” Dear readers, it is not a bad idea to bag good grades in school… It is not out of place to add or learn new skills “The question is, who you know?” In all we do, building contacts is more important than making fruitless friends... And sincerely, if you are not productive in nature, it will be head to heel to gain access to right contacts I was scrolling through my Facebook and I

  Stop the music, I said stop the music!... My mom ranted on me, her voice struck my heart like a heavy thunder welcoming a heavy rainfall... And of course, I had been struck down by thunder of the heart, the one people love to call “Heartbreak” and into how many pieces? Probably a thousand pieces... The thunder that struck my heart came with no invitation—my heart was caught unaware Of course, I was floundering underwater but with no chance of surviving this calamitous adventure... My heartbeat was sliding down slowly and the bulb of my heart was becoming pale... I was gradually surrendering my heart into the arms of this unprepared fate — I had lost the will to fight for freedom... Mom gave me instances to forget the sharp dagger that pierced through my chest… The fluids in my eyes were as red like scarlet Now, she had left me in hell called earth... Let me stop and ask you, has your heart ever been broken into pieces? I wish I could press buttons to alleviate myself from this “troub