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My dear children, let me tell you a story. A warrior princess who not just believed in empowerment but proved her metal by conquering her fears than just owning a castle of her own. An elegant soul with a pure heart mesmerized with the beauty of patriotism and valor, who adored her country so much that she decided to give it all. Myself being a coward tried to stop her but she had formulated her decision so firm, I just couldn't stop her. But…the day she wore her uniform for the first time, that very moment, a part of me felt proud of having her in my life. That marked the beginning of her journey striding through all odds. Soon, I realized that she was the one inspiring me and changing my perspective towards life. I took pride in the person I was becoming, all thanks to her! One after the other, badges were added to her uniform just like the feathers in her hat. One fine day, I decided to surprise her by joining the army. I wanted to show her, how blessed I am to have a companion like her in my life. The day I got the letter of my selection, I couldn't contain my excitement. The very next day she was going to visit me.               All good things come to an end, my happiness was shattered when I received her, not in person but in a frozen box. My poor heart knew nothing about the pain experienced when you lose your loved ones. I cried all day. I was finally able to conclude that I am going to walk in her footsteps and make her proud someday.            My dear children, I stand in front of you as a dauntless warrior who once used to get panic-stricken with every little thing. I have nothing more to say but one thing, your mother was my role model and her love kept me going.  Even at night when I look at the stars, I feel her presence so warm, I sleep tight knowing that everything is alright. Go to sleep now. It's getting late!

I woke up one morning, afraid, tense, frightened that the old one had left me, the part of me had vanished and disappeared. Darkness inside me, never faded away like memories walked away from my life. Are they really here? Or just darkness which made me blind. Am i real? Is this all real, the darkness, love? Photographs torn apart, memories are lost, and pieces i am left with, and love, one day it's shining down on you and the next day you're alone and its cold and dark. The one half of darkness repeats the gesture of elation, but the other side of frame is no longer joyous. But for my relief, i somehow discovered that piece of me in people's minds and in their reflection. I believed, that striving towards anything gets you closer to it. "He who thirst for truth or love, becomes a magnet for it." Reality born when you move forward to seek for it. What a person carries inside is what you see and experience. Since nothing cannot be, if you are not ready to accept it. As per Neil Gaiman said "I think hell is also something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go." What's inside you matter. Belief, acceptance, existence is what you carry in yourself and what you attract can change the whole idea and perspective.

I am sitting on the porch and reading a book. My daughter is occupied with her new toy. Everything as usual, but for me somehow, indescribably, different… I remember perfectly well every single detail of that seemingly ordinary day. It was January 7th 2000. My boyfriend and I were sitting in his room and talking about our future. We had been together for five years. I had finished the faculty and started working as a nurse in the local hospital. He was a soldier. He was very ambitious. I liked the way he thought, moved, spoke… He made the world go round. He was very thoughtful, gentlemanly and lovely. We were head over heels in love. While we were talking about our plans, the phone rang. He picked up the phone. The conversation was short. Then, he turned to me and said, “I'll go to Afghanistan.” My face turned white and I was shivering more than ever. “Ah, yes…I mean ok”, I said. He was staring at me. That was a long gaze. Eventually, I opened my mouth to say something, but the lump in my throat didn't allow me. He leaned towards me and kissed me. A tear escaped at the corner of my eye. I was crying. Seven months later, he left. I felt as if he took everything with him leaving me bare. The days were longer and longer. And the time seemed to have stopped. Suddenly I wasn't feeling well. I had nausea every morning and constant temperature every night. I was pregnant and after eight months Helen was born. People were quick to gloat over my troubles. I was young, without a husband but with a daughter. The rumours spread rapidly but I didn't take a notice of that. I realised that I had everything – I had a daughter with the man I loved. It is January 7th 2004. The air is motionless, tepid and thick. Yes, that was how it smelled when we were together. Tired of reading I am looking ahead of me now. I see a man in a green-grey uniform moving towards us. I am standing with Helen beside me. The corners of my mouth are turning into a big smile. I am not alone!

He made wanna be a good person, made me want to better myself. A great part of me was super lazy and honestly i had given up on love. I had lost all hope and accepted that i was going to be alone. But every time he called i felt it in my chest. Every time he texted, i felt in my chest. I do not know what i felt but i can tell you for sure i felt something within me. Was it hope, love or believe that at one time i was not going to be all alone. Because honestly i have been alone a whole lot of times, and it hurts. No amount of money, food or TV can feel the void i always feel but a simple hi from him made me forget. Forget about the loneliness, the pains and the regrets. It made me forget about the many things i would take back if i was given a chance. And because of him i was always hopeful, but he would never know. He would never know that i love him, that i care for him, that i'm crazy for him...............

TOP COMMENT: Always Happy Welcome to the world kid. It's goin to chew you up, and spit you out kurzs This is a video about a sweet drink Always Happy @kurzs soon enough the kid won't have anything to drink kurzs @Always Happy ...fair Always Happy @kurzs nothing is fair. in this world, the only thing we are promised is certain death. kurzs @Always Happy duuuude i was agreeing with you, that was an excellent point to end this interaction but you whipped out even more Edge and now I'm back here again to ask "Why are your commenting habits like this?"?? Not to make things too weird up in here, but is there a reason you think it's really useful to remind people of the harsh realities of the world all the time? kurzs @Always Happy Also, I apologize if this has come off as too aggressive or rude. I'm just baffled. Always Happy @kurzs I think it's nice to be reminded that oblivion is creeping closer every second. Always Happy @kurzs but after your personal attack on me, I am now more depressed that ever. Maybe you are right. Maybe life just isn't worth living anymore and I should just end it. kurzs @Always Happy I mean, yes, obviously the threat of death is ever-present but some people know this and are actively trying to maximize their existence to the best of their ability... And it just looks like "life", outwardly. That's not everyone, sure. But we're here. We know. And we still go on. As for you killing yourself - I hope you won't. Death may be inevitable, but so is change. If you are capable of any minuscule, pitiable amount of good, your life can change for the better. To think otherwise is just spitting hubris in the face of Father Time. One mortal existence is probably all we have - might as well hang in there if it means one more milkshake, or cute video, or amusingly weird internet spat. From our perspectives, all of these good things will end and be done with forever. Why not cherish each as though it might be the last? I apologize for springing unwanted criticism upon you (entirely out of nowhere). I did not mean to trouble you. Always Happy @kurzs that's actually a good outlook. Thank you. kurzs @Always Happy glad I could help?? have a nice rest of your day

NASA Pledges To Send First Woman to the Moon in 2024 The space agency's return to the moon will prepare it for a future mission to Mars, NASA Administrator Jim Bridenstine said. NASA'S MISSION BACK TO the moon's surface in 2024 will have some notable differences from the last time Americans were there in 1972, including the presence of a female astronaut. "The first woman will be an American on the surface of the moon in five years," NASA Administrator Jim Birdenstine told a crowd at the Space Foundation's Space Symposium in Colorado on Tuesday. Vice President Mike Pence recently tasked the agency with moving up its timeline to go back to the lunar surface, from 2028 to 2024. "NASA is up to achieving it," Bridenstine said. The "architecture" of the plan hasn't changed, he said, but the timeline has. The acceleration will require the agency to move up some of the investments it planned to make in the elements of the mission. That will require more money. But why does NASA want to go back to the moon? Bridenstine said it will help prepare the agency to go to Mars in the 2030s. ASA also wants to use the resources of the moon's surface, including hundreds of millions of tons of hydrogen and oxygen, which can make rocket fuel. "We're going to utilize the resources of the moon," Bridenstine said. "We're going to retire risk, and then we're going to go on to Mars." THE SLEEPING QUARTERS FOR THE FEMALE ASTRONAUT WILL BE ABOVE A GLASS CEILING. VICE PRESIDENT PENCE WANTED TO GO ON THE TRIP, BUT AFTER THE ASTRONUTS DECIDED TO KNEEL DURING THE NATIONAL ANTHEM, VP PENCE CANCELLED. VICE PRESIDENT PENCE WANTED TO GO ON THE TRIP, BUT WAS NEEDED AT HOME TO BREAK A TIE VOTE ON TRUMP-CARE. VICE PRESIDENT PENCE WANTED TO GO ON THE TRIP, BUT SINCE HE WOULD HAVE TO EAT WITH A WOMAN OTHER THAN HIS WIFE HE CANCELLED. (In 2002, Mike Pence told the Hill that he never eats alone with a woman other than his wife and that he won't attend events featuring alcohol without her by his side, either.) DONALD TRUMP ISSUED AN EXECUTIVE ORDER FOR OFF SHORE DRILLING IN THE SEA OF TRANQUILITY.

Alcoholism does not only affect the alcoholic; it mentally (and sometimes even permanently) damages their loved ones. It usually impacts children into their adulthood. Today, I recognize that I am mentally fractured from nearly two decades of neglect. Here are my honest feelings; from a child of an alcoholic and how it has impacted me. Honestly, I knew she frustrated me. Oh my God did she ever make the volcano erupt. Yet, I didn't clearly recognize she was an alcoholic until about a year ago. I don't remember a night where I wasn't isolating myself in my room, or throwing picture frames at my bedroom wall, or ripping apart her “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say all of the cruel things that I did. I love you. Will you forgive me? I'm sorry Rayne. I love you so much” letters into shreds as I would stutter out the words; “If she was sorry, she would have stopped saying such disgusting things.” I was aware of the fact that she was drinking every night. Merlot would flow down her throat, and after the bottle was spotless, another one would appear. As the wine soaked into her lips, her personality changed. Her uncomfortable presence grew into a mellowed woman. It should be the other way around; but she was constantly hungover, so she never was calm. I tried avoiding personal topics. It never turned out that way. She would always pry. I had no interest engaging in conversation, because it was never a happy ending. I didn't realize it then, but looking back, she had tangled me up in a fucked up routine. She would drink herself stupid, then she would get agitated because of how I answered her questions; to which I had answered a handful of times. “Yes Mom, I use protection. Yes, I know what condoms are.” “No, I'm not self-harming anymore. Yes, I'm sure.” Her eyes were always attached to the television or her cell-phone, so it really didn't matter how I responded to her uncomfortable questions, she wouldn't listen. Most of the time, I ran off to my bedroom, followed by slamming the door behind me; immediately locking it as the stomping became noticeable. 95% of the time I was ordered to remove myself from hiding. I wouldn't even be three feet away from the outdated sofa before she would yell at me; “Come back here when you're ready to act like an adult. Stop being a bitch.” My face was flushed, and my eyelids were half shut from constantly crying, I was at stage one of having a panic attack. How inconsiderate of me, I'm such a bitch for having valid emotions. (This is part 1 of this blog. I am not yet finished. Stay tuned for the rest!)