Reminders at 11 in the evening

As promised, Tita Rosa Maria Jaranilla, sharing this here.

Hello, Life. What story do you have for me?

Choose to write your story. Let it not be that things pass you by. You, dearest, are the author. Shape your reality. Write every chapter to your liking.

When overcome with negative thoughts, change your mind. There are so much good and happy things around you. Dwell on those instead.

Love. Even when it hurts sometimes, despite of it hurting sometimes. Choose to love. Love God and love yourself—so much that you feel loved exactly the way you want to be loved. Your happiness does not come from outside. It comes from within. It's the same with love. Love, at all times, especially when you don't feel like it. That's when loving will be most fulfilling.

Pray. Because there are going to be plenty of experiences you won't understand the moment they happen. Pray and trust that they happened because they needed to happen. Be flexible with your plans because, ultimately, God's plan is what's gonna work. And the awesome news is it's going to give you  the best results. Pray and trust.

Everything's better with music. Put a musical score on every life event and the feelings get more intense. Life gets more worthwhile. Trust me on this. Music makes everything better.

Hug. Go on. Give a hug. Receive a hug. Step out of your comfort zone, and forget the screwed up notions you have about touching people and being touched. Your warmth and love are for sharing and spreading. Go on. Give one. Receive one. Hug.

Sleep. Because it's perfectly okay to rest. You're not a machine. And even machines need to be maintained. Think about that. And you get to dream while asleep. Isn't that great? Sleep and rest. Recharge and refresh. Die awhile to enjoy the blessing of life when you wake up. And with that, go to sleep.

God bless and keep you.

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