Story By MsBelleSugar

"Letting go doesn't mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be. "  You two are family. Maybe you grew up with them and were by their side for a huge chunk of their life. There was a lot of laughing, crying, and sharing. Some fighting too.  You know how their brain works probably better than anyone else. But sometimes, in adulthood, those closest to you can become unrecognizable -- estranged, cold, and careless. For no apparent reason, you find yourself shut out of their life. Your peace-feelers are increasingly rejected. You've been left out in the cold.  There is always a reason why people turn out the way they do. But, sometimes the metamorphosis is so gradual that it sneaks up on you, and one day, you wake up and wonder, "How did it come to this?"  You want them back. So you start to question and blame yourself. Was it the time I chose to go to the party instead of being home with my mother? Was it when I to...

Are you tired of feeling the void within your spirit? Have you tried to find that lasting satisfaction but failed? Do you ever wonder if the person at the desk next to you believes in a higher power? Does your neighbor think there is life after death? Do members of your family pray?  Most everyone has some view of spirituality. More often than not it is unspoken and held silently. Many have questions. Some don't believe at all. However, the majority of people living on earth today believe in the supernatural in some form. Many claim to have "faith"  yet never enter a church. Many pray, often in times of desperation. Yet others feel prayer is a false hope.  Powerful stories of unanswered prayer have come down through the ages and the generations. The question of faith is an intensely personal one. Each one of us decides in our own heart if we will believe in God, the universe connected by some obscure power, or if we will reach to other forms of spirituality....

The most powerful force in the world is not a person. It is not a machine, a company or a Government either. The most powerful force in the world is the humble thought. The power of thoughts cannot be overestimated. Every great, or terrible, thing which has happened in the world began as a single solitary thought. Politicians, charities, salesmen, marketers, and many more professions rely on their ability to influence a person's thought. If you can successfully achieve that, you can influence them to do just about anything that you want. The power of thoughts and their ability to influence has been demonstrated through many good things e.g. the downfall of apartheid. Unfortunately, the power of thoughts has also been used to influence some of the worst atrocities known to man e.g. Nazism. On an individual level, your thoughts can empower you to achieve great things or to crush your dreams and cause you great pain and suffering. The choice is yours.  Understanding the power...

"If thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought"  This quote by George Orwell rings as true as it did 70 years ago.  When I heard one of my friend, whom happened to be a Chinese,  uses the phrase "n**** in the woodpile", he called it a joke, it made me wonder: How often does he use it? Why does he think it's acceptable? Does his choice of language reflect his own deep-seated opinions of black people? How come he felt so comfortable saying such a phrase among other of my friend whom are Africans, who seemingly said nothing in response? Will less-informed people now think it's OK to use this term after hearing a Chinese man use it so nonchalantly?  All these questions are yet to be answered.  Mankind has used language since the dawn of time as a means of communication and expression. We've seen words come and go. Some words have had the ability to change an entire society. The N-word is no different.  ( An incident tod...

Every person gets a different amount of time in this life with their mother and everyone has an entirely different relationship with them.  My time with my mother was cut short and I didn't get to have her as long as I would have liked. She got diagnosed with advanced cancer with right breast, and she passed away 2 and half years ago, November 17, 10:10 am.  My years with my mother were short, wasted my time being rebellious, reckless, how dumb I was. If only I knew..  I lost way more than just my mother when she died. I did not get the chance to hugged her one last time as I get the news 3 days later after she had passed. That moment when I finally got my mobile phone from the workshop (the screen cracked and I was phone-less, family members were trying to reached me. There is one message with a voice-mail "her voice" ). I lost all of these things wrapped into one. I find myself talking to my mother all of the time, hoping that she can hear me...

I know it hurts.  And I don't know what else to say other than I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the sadness that paralyzes you; the sadness that makes you feel like you're pushing yourself forward just to go through the motions.  I am sorry for the pain that stings you, and makes you feel like I am pouring salt right onto your open wounds. I am sorry for the doubt that plagues you; the doubt that makes you feel like love is a risk that's no longer worth taking.  I feel like it's my fault.  I tried for a really long time to protect you; I built a wall as high as those that rise up around castles, strong and thick enough to keep a tempest of emotions at bay. I promised you that I would keep you safe, that I wouldn't let harm come your way, that no one could get in unless we really wanted him to -- unless we were ready.  But how prepared could we have been? It happened all in the blink of an eye, and suddenly there was this new warmth to you,...

This is just a simple letter, one that holds pieces of my pain and also my faith. These are series of sentences strung together and addressed to the holder of the fragmented pieces of my heart. They are just words, words that mean different things to different people. This simple letter probably will make you think of someone. That someone isn't my someone, but he held the same power over you. He kissed you with the same surreal brilliance that captivated you so deeply. He looked at you in a way that stirred a place inside your soul you hadn't known existed. He told you that he loved you, and you believed him. He isn't the same man, but to him you cry the same words. You and I are so different, but we are the same. We have the same heart, or rather what is left of it, and for that reason I hope this letter brings you some kind of complex sense of comfort. I hope this letter helps you to understand that you are not alone in this beautiful land of heartbreaks that we tip...