I write here about cooking and having fun with motherhood. I write about celebrating an ordinary life with the ones you love to pieces. I try to inspire joy and to get inspired.
In reading my posts one would assume the world is a happy and safe place. All is well. No sign of war. No sign of fear. No sign of violation of rights. No sign of hunger. Of having to do without the most basics of what human dignity and spirit requires.
But then there are days that I wake up to loud cries of brave poeple hoping to fight for a better life than the one they are being aloud to live.
What a luxury to listen to the music you like, walk to the park in safety, hold your husband's hand when you fell like it, feel inspired, do whatever your heart desires, breath in as deeply as you like, without fear. What a luxury to be entitled to a minimum.
Sometimes its nice to stay quiet in respect for those trying to get heard.
In reading my posts one would assume the world is a happy and safe place. All is well. No sign of war. No sign of fear. No sign of violation of rights. No sign of hunger. Of having to do without the most basics of what human dignity and spirit requires.
But then there are days that I wake up to loud cries of brave poeple hoping to fight for a better life than the one they are being aloud to live.
What a luxury to listen to the music you like, walk to the park in safety, hold your husband's hand when you fell like it, feel inspired, do whatever your heart desires, breath in as deeply as you like, without fear. What a luxury to be entitled to a minimum.
Sometimes its nice to stay quiet in respect for those trying to get heard.
omg I just saw this post....I LOVED IT. It was so honest and true and touching!
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