There is this uneasiness in you when you allow other people to read your thoughts but there is also this discontentment when you remain silent in a world where everybody shares what’s on their mind. Maybe you fear being judged because you know you can’t please everybody but I think you feel envious too of people who speaks loud of what they’ve been through and you just love them for being so honestly creative on what they think of. Now you are torn because you yourself was impressed to those people you think should be criticized for opening themselves up to a world where half are humane, half doesn’t just care.
Published by Jane Felariz
I'm not good in making my dreams come true, so I leave that to God. I am random, and that for me, is an art. I am a story-teller and picture-painter (through my lens) when I feel doing so. More of an idealist, struggling to be practical, yet my hope lies on the promise of possibility through Jesus, #Philippians4:13. I live to worship Jesus and I am more than grateful with that. I'm breathing in His grace and reality is, He's giving me life more than what I deserve. View all posts by Jane Felariz