“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Our ten-minute free-write is back for another round! Tap away on whatever comes to mind, no filters attached. (Feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).
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What happens when you choose to not talk to people for a day or two? What difference would that make in your day ? in your life? what’s it’s impact on you ?
I always wanted to try this.Just to see what it feels like to be quiet . Would that improve my focus?Would it makes me look more sad and lonely? Would it save me time and energy?how many times would i feel the need to talk? Maybe would it push me into using my imagination ?
But the most important question is .. am i capable of trying this as a challenge?
Guest host Pete Rosos invites you to imagine the cover of a favorite book, music album, or magazine.
I always look at this photo and see it as a good one as a cover of a book .What do you think ?
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Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)
Hey friend! How have you been ?
I didn’t saw you in a long time, you have changed ! Yes WE have changed …
I am all grown up now.No longer the little girl who used to cry all the time .But do you remember how we used to be?
We used to be so close,i miss our infinite talks .I miss being around you and sharing my dreams out loud.
How about your dreams ? did you travel to Paris?Did you become a doctor?did you find your prince charming yet?
Tell me about the time that passed us by, can we still catch it up?can we still laugh about how similar our thoughts are.
“She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn’t last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too.
The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.”
― Lauren Oliver, Panic
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Photo Challenge :
A misty morning, your handsome spouse, your grandmother’s house that’s also your elementary school and the Eiffel Tower — this week, show us something dreamy.
I dream of running barefoot ,the feeling of scrunching sand in my feet and leaving footprints haunt me.
I dream of facing the waves as i run into the sea and feeling cold salt water on my skin .
I dream of the mixed colors of the sun and sea ,and then dive over the wave, into the wave, and under it.
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Ready, Set, Done
10 minutes. You and your keyboard (or smartphone. Or tablet. Or pen and paper). No pauses, no edits, no looking back: it’s free-write time!
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A total stranger told me i was very lucky : It was 13 a.m , the sun is burning,i was caring a heavy backpack , feeling the sweat on my skin and worried .Too exhausted, i wanted to go home and there weren’t any taxi so what ever.Some people in the street were waiting for a taxi too ..and that’s when i saw it.It came like a delivrance.
A taxi stopped ,the girl was going out of it ,so i hurried up to go into the car and that’s when she looked at me and said the words ‘ you are very lucky you know’it was strange hearing it because i never felt i am because of some circumstances and things that have happened to me.But Hearing her saying that ; it was magical and it made me realize,maybe i am luckier than the other people who still wait for a taxi passing by.Maybe i am lucky for hearing some stranger who doesn’t know a thing about me saying i am lucky.Maybe i am lucky for starting to believe,for an instant that, it may be true.Maybe i am lucky..Yes definietly i am..i just didn’t see it as i was convinced i wasn’t.
Late in the afternoon,i went to the cinema with my girls.. watched a tunisian documentary movie which made me see things from another perspective.It was about the last election and how the political parties find illegal ways to win,how they can trick the narrow minded people to vote for them,how they can buy votes.It took me in an emotional journey ; i felt angry , i felt sad, i felt sorry, i felt hopeful,i felt revolted..and with every minute of it i was enjoying the film and discovering the ugly truth .Really opened my eyes.