Why is it that we are encouraged to have two faces; hide the real one and show the fake one? Why can’t we show our true emotions and have the world accept us for who we are? Why is that people want to be with those who are always happy, always upbeat, always laughing? After being through everything that life throws at you, sometimes it takes a toll. Wounds of the heart heal slower than wounds of the body. The pain is reflected on the surface and it should be viewed as an award for courage, endurance and strength.
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Blogger's Note
In the Name of God, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful
I have been told many times by my friends that I think too much. That's true; I do. I think, then I ponder over it, then I get tired, then I go and make myself a cup of tea, then I think some more and then I try to make sense of it all. I thought it would be nice to share my thoughts with others and see what they have to say about them... hence the blog. As for the name of it, "mom's daughter", it's based on a true story. I was once at a lecture with my mom, and some lady came and started talking to her during the break. When she finished talking to my mom, she turned to me and waited for me to introduce myself. So I pointed at my mom and said, "I'm Mom's daughter". I love my mom very much and I dedicate this blog to her.
Please refrain from stupid comments because I will delete them. Other than that, your feedback is more than welcome.
I have been told many times by my friends that I think too much. That's true; I do. I think, then I ponder over it, then I get tired, then I go and make myself a cup of tea, then I think some more and then I try to make sense of it all. I thought it would be nice to share my thoughts with others and see what they have to say about them... hence the blog. As for the name of it, "mom's daughter", it's based on a true story. I was once at a lecture with my mom, and some lady came and started talking to her during the break. When she finished talking to my mom, she turned to me and waited for me to introduce myself. So I pointed at my mom and said, "I'm Mom's daughter". I love my mom very much and I dedicate this blog to her.
Please refrain from stupid comments because I will delete them. Other than that, your feedback is more than welcome.
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