And on that day, I realised that the world had been subtly isolating me,
Increasing the pressure on me to prove myself and try to fit into it.

I laughed, because I came into this world already knowing I didn't belong to it.

I don't want the world to look at me. It will fall in love with me.
And deep within, I know I cannot love something so frail back.

“What greater proof of love than to will the flourishing of another soul with the same ferocity with which you will your own?

Guard them against the worst of you. Let them see your imperfections but never make a weapon of your ugliness against them.”

Between Grammarly and me, I have come to make a conclusion that I'm the smarter option available.

I am confident about this: 100 per cent.

I used to believe that love had one name.

That there was one person you could love that way, and if you lost them, you were done. That even if you meet others, a part of you would always be waiting for the one you had already chosen.

Then love came around the second time, and then I realized that maybe I was wrong?
I loved again in a way that taught me...

That love was bigger than a person...
It does not run out when people walk away.
And that the significance of its death is like that of a seed, it dies to grow, to multiply.

And maybe in the end, THE ONE is simply whoever comes around and when given the chance, chooses to stay, against all odds.

~Marie.

"The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success.”

If it fails, you’re a fool. If it works, you’re a genius.

People with good hearts, people who love genuinely, actually win. Others think they don't because what they call winning is measured by a different trophy. But the people who love play for something else and they actually walk away with it.

They win the ability to love over and over again and to receive love when it is given. They win a heart that even after it has been hurt, carries no bitterness.

For what significance is there in winning at being loved more, when your heart has become so hardened that it cannot receive love? What is the point of taking affection, attention, admiration, people...from others yet you will never truly enjoy any of it because bitterness has filled every part in you where joy should have lived?

The greatest victory in love is not being loved more than everyone else, it is remaining capable of love in a world where the hearts of many have grown cold.

The whole clan waited for a motherfucker like you to wake up.

1 Corinthians 13:13
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

There are those who say they don’t need love. They treat those who truly love them as though they are helping them, like they should be grateful for the opportunity to love them. Because they don’t give love, they think it is something with no significance. They forget that it is through being loved that one gets the confidence to even feel like they can live without love. Hope, faith, joy and confidence are fruits from the love given to us, even when we don’t recognise it.

Love covers a multitude of wrongs and without it, we are exposed to the extreme versions of our undesirable selves, to the parts of us we constantly struggle to love.
So, the more you feel like you are too special to need love, you should be reminded that you have been loved so much that you were even able to feel special in the first place.

There is perhaps no greater threat to human relationships than the absence of accountability. Where accountability is absent, conflict becomes perpetual, resentment accumulates, and relationships slowly become an endless drain.

“It’s impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously you might as well not have lived at all.”

— J.K. Rowling

For as long as life has stages, change and ambition remain inevitable.

In the same space where you have the right to say WHATEVER you want, others have an equal right to react HOWEVER they want to what you've said.

So, bring it on. 😂

I think generally in life, if you want to keep your boundaries firm, you have to reduce or stop asking for help. The more people help you and you need them to do so again, even though they be of the same gender, there are certain terms of theirs you will have to adhere to. And some of those are not very respectful.

The irony of life's mismatches seems to justify the laws of magnetism on poles and their repulsive and attractive attributes. Isn't it strange how those who possess particular views, values and visions end up with those with entirely contrary views, values and visions. Nonetheless, just because such phenomena occur doesn't mean that is all that there is, because the reality is that this occurrence, though highly visible, is more the exception than the rule.

Therefore, it's true that life often presents striking examples of opposites attracting, but it's prudent to note that these mismatches remain only exceptional rather than representative because in the end, shared views, values and visions remain the more common basis for human compatibility.

2 Corinthians 13:5 (KJV)
“Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves.”

If nostalgia becomes your campus, how will you grow then? Life moves towards the future. The past is a seductress, calling us to chase a beauty that no longer exists, while drawing our eyes away from the abundance we have today and the greater things waiting ahead for us.

Our environment shapes perception, perception shapes possibility, and possibility shapes the life we build. A change of environment can expand our sense of what is achievable, but it is not the only path to transformation. By choosing what influences our minds, we can reshape our perception, broaden our vision of possibility, and achieve profound change—even while remaining in the very environment others mistake for a limitation.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"

No. What didn't kill me just failed. It didn't apologize, either. Given another chance, it would try again, and I don't know if it wouldn't succeed. It has no intentions of making me anything else other than a corpse. So no, I'm not making peace with it or thanking it for making me stronger. I'm trying to destroy it before it gets another chance to actually kill me. 😂🤣

Lemme get this straight...

You sent her 40k UGX for transport and she failed to turn up at your (landlord's) rental.

Then, your mind tells you that "Actually the transport is around 30k"

Now, because you want to collect back your money from her, you want to spend 30k on transport, to go and reclaim your 40k....

(You think you're saving 10k on transport)

Only for you to realise that she blew it all away!

and now you'll need an extra 30k to get you back home.

I must admit....
I've seen bigger idiots but your case is within the 1% of the 1% .

You see how Captain America is a super soldier... YOU AEE SUPER STUPID!

At some point I believed I could write the pain away, joy into existence, and love into requital. And that same faith comes around whenever I need words to carry me.

The problem is that our transgressions and iniquities often feel more real on us than they do on Him. We feel them on ourselves instead of seeing them upon Christ. Until He feels them and asks, "Whose are these?" And you say, "They are mine, Lord." We remain so focused on ourselves instead of on what He has already carried.

That is why it is dangerous when the enemy uses your sins and iniquities against you until you begin to own them. Let me tell you: you no longer own those transgressions. You may say, "But I actually committed them." They are no longer yours. They are on Him.

The moment He took those transgressions, the curse fell upon Him. "He was wounded for your transgressions. He was bruised for your iniquities. The chastisement of your peace was upon Him." Whatever robs you of your peace was laid upon Him. ~Prophet Elvis.

Companies which don't even have the courtesy to send you a rejection email also. Bare minimum btw

Did you know that familiarity always dulls appreciation? Quite often, our mind adopts the habit of recognizing the value of life's blessings only after we encounter their absence. But the truth is, genuine gratitude should be the discipline of appreciating what is present without waiting for its opposite to remind us of its worth.

Art mirrors the limitlessness of imagination. In essence, art reflects the infinite possibilities of human imagination, giving form to ideas unconstrained by reality.

Life is full of ironies, but few are as humiliating as self-bias. It reveals itself in countless ways, most commonly in our expectation to receive what we ourselves refuse to give. We demand to be rewarded with the very virtues we withhold, insisting on the benefits of reciprocity while deliberately neglecting our own obligations. Such is the contradiction of human selfishness: we desire a transaction in which only one party pays the price.

Perhaps nothing distorts judgement more than a deficiency of love. Selfishness strips us of fairness because it narrows our moral vision until our own interests become the only ones that matter. We measure justice by what serves us, not by what is right. In that state, we are willing to profit at the expense of others, scarcely concerned by the wounds we inflict, so long as our demands are met. The tragedy is not merely the harm we cause, but the astonishing absence of self-awareness with which we justify it.

Growing up, younger women often told us how we were "not their level".
They were partying with older men, getting into clubs for free, sitting in VIP sections, having no jobs but wearing expensive clothes, hair and the latest phones, with their bills being paid.

They had so many older men they could call for money and gifts, and we saw cars coming to pick these women up at universities every Friday night. They called us broke for not having a car and money at 22 years old even thought they themselves didn't have (a) car(s).

Meanwhile, we hustled and focused on making money. We finally made it in our late 30's, and now you want us to go date a woman who is 40 because she is “mature”? How? Multiple dicks? Penile mileage? "Abortionst"? High body counts?

Let's go enjoy what you enjoyed at a young age. What happened to those men you were partying with? Why didn’t they marry you?

Who the x*ck wants a retired bed to bed midfielder, just because she is a baddie?

Here I am again. I was just working on my grammar and vocabulary