Focus on writing your own life story, your way.

Remember that every moment counts.  Every second matters.  Honestly, whatever is given is a gift.

So don’t be so satisfied with the success stories of others and how things have gone for them that you forget to write your own.  Unfold your own tale and bring it to life.  You have everything you need to become what you are capable of becoming.  Incredible change happens when you decide to take control.  This means consuming less and creating more.  It means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and deciding for you.  It means learning to respect and use your own ideas and instincts to write your passage.

If you want your life story to soar to new heights, you’ve got to clear a path, reduce the time-sinks and burdens weighing you down, and pick up the things that give you wings.  Keep your best wishes and your biggest goals close to your heart and dedicate time to them every day.  If you truly care about what you do and you work diligently at it, there’s almost nothing you can’t accomplish.

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God said:

Hold no grudges. Not against a person, yourself, the world, or God.
 
This is the same as letting the past go, even the past of yesterday. Every day starts with a new slate. This amounts to not collecting the old. You don’t want to accumulate it. You are not meant to be a hoarder of hurts, a hoarder of wrong-doing, a hoarder of insults or anything you don’t want. Nor, beloveds, are you to be only a collector or recollector of all the good that you have received. You are to live in what is called the present.
 
You can’t keep adding up your stock in life. All the right and all the wrong are to be let go. You can’t keep the past to you no matter how hard you try. You will mourn the downsides and you will mourn the happiness as well, for you cannot hold either to you, and neither can stay with you forevermore.
 
Memories are not all they are cracked up to be, for they are memories of what is imminently changing. Even dear memories are a flash in the pan. You can’t live in the past, not the past of long ago nor the past of a minute ago.
 
Life is a river that flows, and it is ever-flowing and, therefore, ever-changing. Let Us say that life is like being at the beach. You love to swim at the Ocean. Sooner or later, you have to come out of the water and dry off. Therefore, you deal with life day by day. You rinse the salt off each day, and start anew the next day which, currently, as it happens, is today.
 

Oh, my love; if you could only see what I see in you. I celebrate your accomplishments, support you when you feel no one is there and love you more with every step you take in your Earth-plane existence. You are magnificent! ~ Creator

http://thecreatorwritings.wordpress.com/2014/04/08/every-step-you-take/

20 years after the genocide in Rwanda, reconciliation still happens one encounter at a time.

Last month, the photographer Pieter Hugo went to southern Rwanda, two decades after nearly a million people were killed during the country’s genocide, and captured a series of unlikely, almost unthinkable tableaus. In one, a woman rests her hand on the shoulder of the man who killed her father and brothers. In another, a woman poses with a casually reclining man who looted her property and whose father helped murder her husband and children. In many of these photos, there is little evident warmth between the pairs, and yet there they are, together. In each, the perpetrator is a Hutu who was granted pardon by the Tutsi survivor of his crime.

Jean Pierre Karenzi - Perpetrator (left)
Viviane Nyiramana - Survivor

Karenzi: “My conscience was not quiet, and when I would see her I was very ashamed. After being trained about unity and reconciliation, I went to her house and asked for forgiveness. Then I shook her hand. So far, we are on good terms.”

Nyiramana: “He killed my father and three brothers. He did these killings with other people, but he came alone to me and asked for pardon. He and a group of other offenders who had been in prison helped me build a house with a covered roof. I was afraid of him — now I have granted him pardon, things have become normal, and in my mind I feel clear.”

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By: Jamie Dunmore 

Each one of us, since birth, is born onto a piece of land. That’s all it is. A piece of land. It’s only as we grow up that our parents, elders, teachers, relatives and ancestors provide us with labels via the education system and media, etc. that make us believe differently. These labels make us believe that the artificial is infact, real.

We believe that ‘nationalities’ are legitimate when really, they are the biggest form of separation for the human race, besides Religion, in this generation.

Patriotism is possibly one of the most delusion qualities of the human mind right now. Is it because we want to feel whole/meaningful? Is it because we want to be a part of something, an identity, to give ourselves purpose or something to live for? Who knows.

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