“It’s not my #responsibility to be #beautiful. I’m not #alive for that #purpose. My #existence is not about how #desirable you #find me.” – Warsan Shire • i remember waiting in some of my favourite #parisian #streets when i passed by that little #mirror on a #wall. it’s #written on it: “mais oui t’es belle (of course you’re #pretty)!” i just thought that was the #cutest thing ever. it made my day and i thought, what if everyone had that small sentence written on their own mirror when they wake up in the #morning 🌝and when they go to #sleep at #night 🌚. there should be a mirror like this one in every #city 😁. you agree? ✌🏼
Category: Insta Thoughts
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thinking of the #futureand #overthinking and responding to hypothetical #questions got me like… 😬but two days ago, a very good #friend of mine told me to just let it go and let God take control. there’s so much #power and #freedom in just trusting God. you’ll be #free of bad #thoughts and negative #stress and you’ll be soooo #happy, you have no idea. always remind yourself that if God doesn’t want it, then you shouldn’t want it either. it’s not easy, but practice your mind and soul to be aware of it. it’s worth your #health, your journey on earth… just completely worth it.
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maybe you thought talking to a #friend you haven’t spoken to in so long was a good #idea, but you got slapped in the #face when they didn’t respond back. when they didn’t answer your simple #question. your simple #howareyouor #doyouremember. maybe they thought you were being opportunistic. maybe it’s the #jetlag 🕞. maybe they’re doing exactly what you did to them long ago. maybe it’s too #painful for them to go back to the #memories and #poems you once shared. you could ask your little questions again to make sure they’re just having a #baddayand that they’re not actually #mad at you. or better, you should probably #pray for them, tell them #goodbye in your head, and just #letitgo. oh and why not drink a cup of #coffee to #forget it all.
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one day, something will turn your #world upside down. or maybe it already has. it could be a text, a #phonecall, a letter, a #facebook post, a #party, a bad or good grade, a loss, a rejection, a first job, a camping trip, a #car accident, a simple encounter with a #stranger, a trip to #Paris, a shooting, a #disease, a natural catastrophe, a #breakup, a new #friend, a #creative project, a #dream come true… anything. you might think you’re experiencing #hell on earth. but sometimes, it’s only when you burn that you get to know #peace. it’s only when your #soul hungers that it seeks His #word to be nourished. yes, you’ll never be the same, and no matter how tragical it seems, it doesn’t mean it’s #bad. trust me. i mean, here i am #writing, after walking through some flames (knowing that i’ll probably walk through some more in the #future) more #alive than ever.
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i am thankful to have been born and raised in a #country that promotes #love #freedom and #equality. where #terrorism and other similar #violent#attacks don’t happen often. i am thankful to live the #life i’ve chosen and walk freely, being myself, in a democratic country. i am truly #blessed but how can i be at #peacewhen i hear gunshots from a privileged skin colour triggered at #humans in the country next to mine? how can i be #happy when i hear the #screams of humans simply asking for #democracy on the other side of the #ocean ? i can only #pray and hope. #hopethat my little #voice won’t be covered by police sirens everywhere. hope that my words will be read, no matter the number of readers. hope that i don’t forget to #writeabout #love. hope that all this #pain will end.
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i remember #feeling #broken and #lost for a while and i kept #asking myself, “who am i called to be?” then one day, i #read one #simple sentence that shook and brought me instantly to #tears: “He is broken for us to be whole.” in this phrase lies the main #purpose of our Lord Jesus Christ: Him dying on the cross to #save us. He broke Himself completely for us not to be broken. He went until the #endto make us whole. how about that for #unconditionallove? this kind of #love is so unfathomable to me, i still #struggle to #understand it. that means that every Sunday during liturgy, i witness His crucifixion all over again. this is what the fraction of the bread is. God clearly stated that the partaking of the bread means the partaking of His body. therefore, when i see the bread being broken before my eyes, i see Christ being broken. that little piece of bread has the #power to #heal my #souland make me whole again. can you believe it? Christ used His brokenness and His pain as a means of hope and forgiveness and love for all His children. this moment during mass is so #beautiful and sacred to witness that it makes me wonder: how can i have the opportunity to assist liturgy when i don’t deserve it at all? well, i guess that’s the reason why we bow down and close our eyes (i speak mostly about orthodox liturgies) during this specific moment, a pure and divine mystery.
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my mind is full like a cookie jar. i just wish someone could open it and eat some of my thoughts, especially the haunting ones. some thoughts are a bit bitter though, reflecting #anxiety and torment. others taste like #french #pastry, some sweet #memories. but i #hope anyone can find the most #delicious thoughts that taste like #faith and #trust and divine #light. i hope i, myself, can find and taste these too.
MARIA MAGDELEINA 