I can pray. I can meditate. I can journal.
I could plot, plan, manipulate, and create my own destiny.
Ha! Yeah, right.
I used to believe it. 396 more words
The Past week was so full of work that I forgot the passage to millions of beautiful moments which was needed to be kept in my sacred book of memories; my moments of the past three months of Internship; moments that I had plenished all through my thrilling journey of life’s first work tenure; moments that had a blend of all beautiful and hilarious emotions. 416 more words