My distant feet.

Distance feet- usually means the conversions such as kilometer to mile, meters to yards, centimeters to inches, millimeters to inches etc.

or it could also mean distance and to locate a development close to transit. Or should i say a walking distance from a point to destination............or whatever!

I have basically lived from a distance and had been distant in away with a lot of things in my life.
Basically, the last 5 years of my existence has had several surprising transitions and I had to do my fair share of adjustments to cope up . A lot of awakenings and a lot growing up to do. I realized that i think this is such an ending ordeal but the only good thing i discovered about myself is that i never forget how a little child feels like every time i am being loved or to say the least , given importance on a particular time. It's like i am being transported to my happy childhood. Although, it wasn't perfect. I was an only child for 15 years, my parents had showered me with so much love and contentment that i carry it with me until this age.

yes, I had my worries back then but nothing that wouldn't be healed whenever my mother would appreciate the little nice things i did for the day and how her assurance of love had made me complete when i was growing up.

My mom hugs me all night...that it kind of bothered me for awhile when i was growing up There were times it was tight and sometimes i felt smothered. I didn't realize that all these years , it made a very good impact in my life..
Hugging stimulates the strange flows, activating the body's capacity for joy! even on difficult times , another form of a blessing and coping up.

It's weird but i am starting to know more about myself everyday from the sad, the painful to the happiest moments of my life.


That assurance of love from my God given parents had instantly healed my weary soul and had me get up on my knees and fight and continue. Struggles wasn't new to me. I slowly had accepted that in this life we continue our journey even if there are crooked bumpy roads, you never stop. You just have to keep on going until you finally reach there where ever that maybe... I am sure you're heart would recognize it when its finally there...

Don't get me wrong...but I would still describe this place a little taste of heaven while on earth, still alive , breathing and having my cup of tea while watching my flower garden from a distant .
Welcome to my page.

I am not a good writer but i think i absorb pretty well.
a good listener, and I try to be sensitive when i need to. I try to empty myself when i have to so to able to take in and and give back.
Here is one of my favorite poems:

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Hope

by Brian Quinn

When all about you is black with gloom,
And all you feel is pending doom.
When your bones are racked with grim despair -
When every breath is a gasp for air.
Keep on going, though you need to grope,
For around the bend is a ray of hope.

A ray of hope is perhaps all that's left,
As your will to live has been bereft.
You've lost it all, it's just no use!
You can end it all, you need no excuse.
But throw away that piece of rope,
And give yourself a chance of hope.

Just give yourself another day,
Brushing aside what your thoughts may say.
This is your life and you can make a new start,
By ignoring the brain - just follow the heart.
Taking baby steps in order to cope,
And minute by minute you'll build on your hope.

Build on your hope,. one day at a time,
Though the road be steep and hard to climb.
The hurts of the past - they should be dead.
The fears of the future are all in your head.
Just live in the present and refuse to mope
Your life will sparkle for you're living in hope.