Stories

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Every one of us got stories share. Stories which may mean nothing to someone but can be life changing to other. There are certain stories which may bring joy, tears, pain and inspiration. There are different kinds of stories to tell—Stories that are happy and sad … stories about love, family, adventure, epic, fantasy, and tragedy. They are weaved in fashion that could somehow transcend time…hoping to captivate one’s imagination, inspire a soul, or just have the pleasure of being able to share a story to be remembered. When you read them, you get to feel what the character feels…you get to know the passions the author reveal behind it…and you get to know the morals each of them portrays. It’s amazing to think of the kind of magic stories hold on to their audience. It’s not a spectacle display of brilliance, but rather a humble relay of emotions. I’ve read too many kinds of stories, and after every one, I seem almost always inspired afterwards. Not were all happy endings, and I can’t help but feel broken for those stories who didn’t make it—but almost did. I guess those kinds of stories would always be remembered. But most importantly, the realization I always get afterwards would struck me the most. Somehow, I would always end up wondering if I could ever write something on my own, and touch a soul for it. Maybe, just maybe, it is the dream I’ve always dreamt of in my solitude.

LISTEN

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I don’t hear the words, but I know how to listen.
Deep within, the ears of my soul are open.
That’s why even without words, I listen…

I listen to the gentle whispers of the breeze—it echoes the tiny voices of angels singing their hymns of praises.
I listen to the birds upon the treetops hum their cheers for the colors of the earth…
I listen to the thunder out in the distance booming its strength and might…they warn you of the storm there is to come…
I listen to the raindrops thumping in the rooftops…they cry drops of wisdom and character…

I listen to the sound of hearts—beating loudly of joy and sorrow, loneliness and comfort…
I listen to sound of little hopes coming from hearts which are broken… hoping to find happiness amidst the darkness…
I listen to the whispers of love and passion, from the lips of the one you love…
I listen to the muffled cries of newborn angels…they emanate God’s gift of life…

I listen to the silence of the night…that amidst this world of chaos, there is peace under the humbled light of stars and moon…