Thursday, July 26, 2012

Being Human

Sometimes we tend to forget others being humans, especially when it comes to making mistakes. Sometimes even I forget that I’m human too… especially for all the destructions I’ve made to myself and to others.

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Tinted Eyes

Even when we have eyes, we rarely see. Or rather, we rarely want to see clearly. And days go by with a blur, even when it is in front of us, we still can’t see. We become ungrateful to our eyes, unable to connect our eyes to our hearts, and slowly we might end up forgetting who we truly are.

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Monday, July 9, 2012

Breathe

When you find yourself wandering towards the future,

It has not happen...breathe.

If you are currently reminiscing the past,

It has long gone happened...breathe.

Breathe, my friend, what's happening now?

Find your self moving inwardly,

Stay with the now...breathe.

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Thursday, July 5, 2012

Forever Young by Audra Mae & the Forest Rangers

"Dedicated to the Women in the World"
Drawing inspired by the lyrics below
May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
May you stay forever young.

from Sons of Anarchy OST

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

My magical abundance

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"Every cloud has a silver lining"
- portfolio.shialynn.com
I have been compiling my works recently, from time to time, ranging from writings, poems to illustrations. Although there is a long more way to go to compile all of it to publish a book. Nonetheless, tables have turn now and when it comes to my creative work, I am glad that I no longer give in to the works of unworthiness. Yes, I will always be a "Work in Progress", and my heart guides my hands each time I write or hold a marker to draw. But, unworthiness will no longer come in between me and my creative self. I have finally found the true meaning of Art and Creativity... no longer bound by the ideas of society's perception of how art is suppose to be. 


Art is not money, art is the soul, and money is abundance. So, if I allow myself to fall in love with my work and believe in it, abundance will always come naturally. 


I recently got promoted at work. I am still trying to get use to the feeling of getting promoted because honestly, I have never gotten an incredible achievement ever throughout my whole working life. My promotion was unlike others, who was recognized by their bosses, etc. For me, it was entirely different- I seized the opportunity when opportunity was there for me waiting to be seized! And after all that has happened, after much thought, I realized that it is the same thing for abundance. To me, abundance (or money, whichever you might want to call it) is not something that would fall from the sky when you put out your hands. 


My two cents on Abundance:
- An opportunity
- An opportunity has to be seized as it would not come knocking on your door. 
- Instead, we knock on its door by believing & loving ourselves and our work, for it is magic. 
- And magic can only happen when you believe in it. 
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"Dear Higher Self, thank you"  - portfolio.shialynn.com
So, back to being promoted, I thank God, the universe, my higher self for being the core motivation for me to move forward each day. To help me make decisions intuitively to seize opportunities. To loving what I already have and loving my Self most of all...

The Judgemental "friend"

We are our own judge, yet we are our own friend. Yet, knowing this outwardly, we still judge, swinging the gavel down to unfriend ourselves.

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