Journaling Quotes Novels & Stories

Nahulog pa ang isang maliit na papel kaya yumuko pa ako para lang makuha iyon. Kunot ang noo ko habang nakatingin sa nakasulat doon. Napakakalat ng pagkakasulat at kung hindi pa iintindihin ay hindi ko mababasa nang maayos. "Keep your eyes on them," pagbasa ko sa quotes. "Keep your eyes on gem," pagtatama ko pa.

Bumulong siya sa sarili: “I’ve been running nonstop… it’s time to pause, reflect, and recharge.” Kinuha niya ang journal at sinimulang isulat ang mga saloobin: > “I’ve been through manipulation, jealousy, and professional sabotage… but I am stronger now. I have my focus. I have my mind. I have my skills.” Bawat salita ay parang maliit na sandata, nagpapaalala sa kanya na kahit gaano ka-busy o ka-stressful ang buhay, may karapatan siyang huminga at magpahinga.

Umupo siya sa lumang bangko sa ilalim ng puno, ang lugar kung saan siya madalas magsulat sa journal niya. Dinukot niya iyon mula sa bulsa ng robe—dala niya pa rin palagi. Binuksan niya sa pinakahuling pahina. Wala nang malinis na espasyo, kaya isinulat niya sa gilid: “I am broken. But I’m still here. Breathing. Existing. Maybe that’s enough for now.”

Muling binuga ko ang mabigat na hininga at napasapo sa noo sa sobrang pag-aalala na baka hindi ako magugustuhan ng mga kasamahan niya. Rinig kong bumuntong-hininga siya at sinandal ang sarili sa upuan para tignan ako. Ang dalawang kamay ay nanatiling nakapahinga sa manobela. "It doesn't matter if they like you or not. What matter most is that you like yourself. No one will like you the way you will like yourself," ayon na naman siya sa mga motivational at inspirational quotes niya. Hindi nalang ko umimik at piniling manahimik habang tinitignan sa gilid ng mga mata na paadarin ang sasakyan.

Hindi dahil gusto kong maging problema sa buhay niya, kundi dahil alam kong kahit gaano ako kahirap intindihin, hindi niya ako basta-basta susukuan. I always keep a journal for myself. Lahat inililista ko. Para sakaling makalimot ako. Alam kong may babalikan ako. At araw araw kong ginagawa iyon ng walang palya. Isinusulat ko ang mga nangyari sa araw ko. Minsan, kahit ang maliliit na bagay. Kung ano ang kinain namin. Kung ano ang sinabi ni Brandon.

Inilibot ko ang aking paningin at nakita ko ang iba't ibang quotes na nakasabit sa daraanan. | It's hard to answer the question "What's wrong?" when nothing's right. | Sinunod sunod ko ang pagbasa sa mga ito, nakalilibang kasi. | "We can never go back & change what has been done......but we can always learn the lessons to make things better next time...." | | "Replace tears with smiles! Don't be afraid of wrinkles as you age, because wrinkles are a sign of laughter and smiles." | Ang cute naman nito!

Bahagyang gumaralgal ang boses niya habang nakatungo. I can't say anything. I wasn't born to speak voices. I was born to paint them. Hiniram ko ang notebook sa kandungan niya at nagsulat. I am trying to apply our lesson in Discipline and Ideas in Applied Social Sciences in counseling. "Write without fear; edit without mercy. No writer is perfect. We will always have a space for improvement. Keep learning. Those professional writers were amateurs who didn't quit." But because I'm not good in verbally advice-giving, I chose to write it. This is an another advantage of writing. People can easily look back with your words as exact as it is. They can't be erased. They can't be forgotten. And even

Hindi pa naman ako nakapag search kagabi ng something motivational and inspiring quote puro cheesy pick-up lines lang. Buti na lang at nakita ko 'yong quotes for life na nakadikit sa pader. Hindi ko pinahalata na binabasa ko 'yon at dahil do'n, pinuri nila ako kahit na medyo nandaya ako kaya umamin na lang ako at natawa sila. "Pero if words of wisdom para kay Jaq..." this time, I really think hard to form words that could satisfy him to keep living. "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world. Not even our troubles. Kaya cheer up, Jaq. God doesn't give us what we can handle, God helps us handle what we are given." I said straight into his eyes then gave him a bright smile after.

Natatakot din siya sa maaari niyang malaman sa journal na ito. She flipped the page one. It was a long entry. Binasa niya ito. * Dear Jony, This is the first entry of my journal. Really, it is about us. And this entry is all about how I am greatful to meet you. Honestly, hindi ko alam kung paano ito gusto ko na lang magsulat ng journal. I hope someday, this will reminds me of you. I know time will come this helps me back to you if something happens unpredictable. Jony, I love you. I can’t think of my life in the future without you. I wish I will be there always for you.

Please, please. Ilang oras pa akong naghintay. Hindi muna ako nagpahinga kasi mas gusto ko siyang hintayin. I'm sketching and already finished my new artwork. Lahat ng iginuhit ko ay para sa kanya. Lahat din ng iyon ay may lagda ko sa gilid at may personal inspirational quotes about life and sacrifices. It's already midnight but there's no mark of him. Wala. May bukas pa naman Klara. You can wait for him until tomorrow. It's your day, right? So you can keep on smiling and be thankful for this another year of your life.