“Learn to see each moment as its own birth–entirely separate from the moment that proceeded it, and from the moment that will follow. Each moment is a new existence, a new world in which we will be born and will die. Our problem is that we become enslaved to the moments that have passed, enslaved to old worlds that have already passed away. But in reality, more than a thousand times a day, we are born. Yet many of us choose to just let ourselves die again and again, as each new moment fades. We forget that each birth is a new opportunity to start over, to turn around, or to keep going. To rise higher, to heal, to grow. To be different. Better. Each new moment calls for transformation, renewal, return. Tawbah. But we’re too busy dying.” – Yasmin Mogahed
After weeks of trying to convince myself that twitter was wasting too much of my time, I’ve finally managed to click the ‘deactivate my account’ button last Saturday morning. (I'll be back on August!) It never cease to amaze me how addicted I can get to social networking sites. I don’t even know what I would do without internet access! So, I’ve been reading a lot and watching good documentary films nestled in the warmth of my blankets with beer jugs of chocolate milk. It’s nice being at home most of the time. It has made me happier in many ways and sad in some. I think of how uneventful my life is, and to be honest I am glad. It’s reassuring to know it’s not always bustling with drama and people.
Besides, I feel like I am becoming stronger. I am so much more certain about myself as a person and also what I need in life. I don’t know if any of this makes sense or has any significance; Maybe I am just emanating random thoughts.
♡ ♡ ♡
Nadiah Latiff
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