Money and Self Don't Equate

When one equates oneself with money, that’s the WRONG way to do it or believe how life should be... If money run were to your life, you’re probably on the wrong road, away from success and happiness.

By having a big car, a big house, a great status will bring you much happiness? What does one get out from proving his/her self-worth to others about what he/she can achieve will make one happy?

I tell you truthfully, NO. No feeling of complete and peaceful satisfaction will be felt with those accomplishments. It just never ends, until you come to a dead end where there finds no meaning in life.

There’s nothing wrong with achieving our goals and dreams in our life, nothing wrong with wanting to earn more money to lead a more comfortable life, nothing wrong in wanting the best for our family, but we need to come to terms and know that there is no end to these desires of material and in order to fill that emptiness of filling up our desires, is to be at peace with ourselves.

15-8-10

Insecurities...

Im an insecure in a particular way.
I share to heal myself, not for it to be used against me.
It seems to be im going round and round, But why Lord?
Won't you help me? Have you sent someone to help? Or am i blind to see?

Fear come and goes, like wind. Sometimes you dont know when it hits you, but sometimes you know when it would.

Secure in love i was til i met you second,
What good did it do, when i trusted my heart in your care?
Lies behold, and guilt in a bag.
Why did you lie and cheat and hide? I was never afraid, but open to you.
Maybe too open for you to recieve, cos trapped in your world you chose to stay.
I tried again to help you see, still you couldnt understand, on the ground i lay.
I gave you freedom to choose, give life to live your life, i never tied you down,
But chosen was the pain, forever trapped in your heart.

Positive i was, in hopes of love, but darkness came below, it hid in the shadow.
Blinding you with you, and the dark clouds above.
Little did i see, i fell prey to your lies....
Strapped with no voice, my wits were at the end.
Strenuous it felt, i was dying from within. i tried to accept, believe i could help
Falling to my knees, right down i knelt...
Asking God for mercy, while i was trapped in your bag.

Bitter did i taste, heat did i feel, turmoils through my body,
like incineration in progress. I had nowhere to go, silent cries in distress.
Sadly unconsciously, carrying about with me,
The journey i endured and soon it came to be.
Free as i was set, a bitter angered heart it was,

All i did was to follow my heart, not once did i think, how did it all start?
What do i need to let this all go, to stop me from hurting and moving to thee.
It frustrates me to core, cos i see a love in front of me, how real it is i ask?
My confused shaken heart now needs healing as it awaits another task.


Inspired by past love and pain still trapped, writing to let it go...I need to, to keep the love in front of me.