Love, life & everything's else in between, motivation and inspiration, personal

#QOTD #27

” The first reaction to any calamity, should be patience.”

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Prophet Muhammed (May peace and blessings be upon him)

I believe that a calamity can be anything difficult that you’re facing; an argument, anger issues, loss of a job or loved one, car accident, health issues etc.

I chose this as the quote of the day because this is something I need to work on, patience. I’ve been getting it right on a few occasions and then the rest, the savage, dramatic coloured in me gets resurrected and well yeah, things don’t end well. So I definitely need to practice this more. I came across this quote and I knew that I needed to share this with you all because I feel it’s something that we all could use or practice more of.

Through the spiritual journey that I am embarking on, I’ve learnt that patience is a virtue indeed. I once read that a moment of patience in a moment of anger can save you a hundred moments of regrets, for a word spoken can never be taken back.

This resonates well with me as I was once extremely tempremental. But, by the almighty’s will and permission, I’m working progress 🙂 and it feels good, you actually feel a sense of power when you can control your emotion towards the difficulty that you may be facing.

So, the next time anything difficult strikes, remember that God is well aware of all that happens and then be patient, he knows what’s best for us.

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Character goals of just an ordinary girl.

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Love, life & everything's else in between, motivation and inspiration, personal

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He inspires me to write,Leads me to light ,

Although we may sometimes fight And thats all Thanks to the distance between us’ might.

He inspires me to love.

To let go and soar, like the beautiful white dove, to spread my wings and go Up up and above. 

He gets me, feels me, believes in me. He confuses me, challenges me, and sometimes peeves me. He secures me, assures me and respects me. He makes me laugh, he gives me hope. kisses my forward. He makes an effort and holds my hand. He cares for me. 

He is my kind of perfect. 
He. The creation of God himself. Talented, young and full of aspiring goals. He. The son of beautiful parents, and brother to his diverse siblings. He. The well known and well received guy. He, the guy with the colorful friends. He, I now get to call my person of honour. 

I, am not perfect, I’m not always kind. I get scared and I sometimes cry. I get angry and I curse out , sometimes without any reason or without any doubt. I get defensive, I’m scared of being hurt. I’m not always patient or understanding but I’m human. And he. He gets that.

He is love and light personified. He is my blessing in disguise. He is the closest thing to real I see when I look around. He is amazing even when he’s moody or emotional or imperfect but He, he is mine and I am his. 

He. He is…. #PS and I? I love him