My mysterious guide.. my diary

Hello diary,

here I am again I have been puzzeld lately,

so ... I am gone write to you again

Oh my dear diary,

Or whoever can here me..

Who am I,

Who am I to be ?

What can I do ..

So I ask you ...

Sometimes you give me a hint

By just Beeing here ...

And me writing something's down ...

Sometimes I wonder am I doing something wrong .

Or what is going on...

Surching answers .. none found

I wonder around ... In a world..

So far . So far away from humanity

Do I understand them. ..

Do they understand me...

Why is there greed, why is there

Injustice and corruption ... Lies.. lies

Do you know .. because I don't ...

It seems all promises are lost...

And jet I feel that strengt in me ...

To just be happy ... Happy on my journey.. happy with writing in

My diary... Still ...

A big sight ... Ahhhh pfffff

What do I do I ask again ...

Words seem to flow easy ..

Through me...

Do I follow the crowd ...

Do I start acting like them I ask ..

I hear.. papers swift ... Papers... Move

Like a growl .. on its way ....

Well ... Lady what do you think ..

My diary replies...

Do you want to be somebody else..

Would you be happy ?

Could you even do it..?

Is this ... What you think ...

Let me tell you a thing ..

You are born to be you the only and treu you...

Well maybe you are different ..

wich you are. As all is different ..

From a to z .. from brick to bone..

Nothing is set steady in stone..

Have you ever thought there might

Be a reason why you are different..

And that you're difference .. is exactly you're unique talent . That is meant to be .. just you.. and follow what feels good to you.. living in jou're truth is

Beautyfull... And it's you're place to do so... You are a part of all with you're own signature.. to add a part to all there is in openess... And uniqueness..

Ever thought like that ...

Silence falls over me...

Stunned my diary answerd to me...

How ..... I wonder...

I smile ... Well that is a miracle afterall..

Maybe we all are miracles. We walk. We talk.. we breathe .. how does it work. Really work ... Yes yes sience.. but do they really know .

I listen to my hartbeat, follow my breath .. falling in a deep soft warm feeling. Hey it's treu!!! All just happens. And I am me .

Sometimes lazy.. sometimes active..

Creative is a joy .. a joy to do and be.

Ahhhh so sweet.. to be ... Me... Creative me...

Well thank you diary. .

You've guided me into this day again ...

And I must say smart you are .

So I realise in this world there is nothing I know ... Maybe wisdom

Of not knowing ... I adore that... It's freedom. And you know diary

I reply in big capitals. I LIKE NOT KNOWING . Let's call it surprises of life.

Interesting to say . A surprise is a beautyfull thing.

Diary? .... Is there an other thing you can tell me .. maybe about .... Mmmm ... Me...

Again the papers.. shift ... Move .

Hmm in papery whispers I hear like a sight.

You know what you like... ?

Do you ? That is what you seem to forget..

This passion of yours that puts you're hart on fire. That give that big drive.. to do .. sometimes you blush from joy. Oh yes I see you ... Remember I am always with you... Sinds I am you're trust and confidence.. you're let's say freedom. In a way .. I believe it's cute when you are so wrapped up in doing with so much joy. That jou're cheeks blush. .. you're eyes shine so bright..

And you're energy is up as in the sky. Quite beautyfull .. to see you.. so excited. .. when you... ... ... Do you're thing ... Do you remember that...

What is it you like.. so much...

Oh thank you diary.. to help remember that... What was it.... Again ?

I hear a like a sight .. a swift of papers again ... Out of the dairy ...

Young lady ... Let me tell you something... You trust me . You ask me.. you complain.. you do this and that... And you. Don't even remember .. what you like the most... What's up with you ... Do you even care.

Why don't you take you're act together .. and start doing something else .. and how about some grace .. and gratitude towards life .... .

I start to laugh.. and look at my diary ...

Got you . Haha .. It was a joke .. ofcourse I know what I like .. I know what makes me fly ...

I just.... Well I geuss I wonderd whether you would know that to...

You know I was teasing you .. that I can do to... and guess I feel warm .. a blush. Hihihi .. for you ..

And that is in gratitude to be able to confy in you.

And that's my truth .. and yours ?

Whispers of paper . Well yes I guess.

... Ehhhh .. I mean I know ...

Just didn't wanne show you...

By the way good joke to...

I almost ... fell for it .... ?!?!

Diary .. do you think all is Okey ...

Do you think it's good what I do.. what I make .

A sight ... Pfff comes out my diary ..

What do you think .. do you like it .

Why would you think it wasn't ...

Maybe it's a talent . Like a gift...

That you create .. ehhhhmmm ...

How to say .. special things...

Ever stood still that could be meant to be... and that you may be more confident in doing so ..

Just as you're meant to be just you .

Hmmm the diary says more ...

You chose me... Because you like writing in me... And for .. my...

Easy look..? comforting ways to guide you ... Mostly in silence .. when you're head chatters crazy along with questions... And I .. seem to let you calm down .. in peace.. by writing in me.. isn't it so .

You see before you had me.. I was me.. and still I am me.. unique original me.. maybe I look like an other... Almost.. . but still I am me.. my way..

Like you're writing in me.. gives me something next to myself... Extra..

And I talk to you ... Ever seen that..

Well why would you wonder ...

Why you are creating stuff .. that is "maybe not so good" let me tell you a secret...

Believe in the power of creating ...

In the power of life . Beeing you... and doing

Excatly what is in line with you're talents. You're gifts.. what makes you're hart warm.. wich is this creating desire. Where you lose sight of all. And just create above all. Time passes and you don't know . And jou do it all by just doing that passionate thing...

Or sitting still ...

Maybe it is you're call ....

What do you think .. young lady ..

Any more questions ...

Maybe a suggestion... Start creating ...

Start doing something ... Like ...

Paint... Write a story. .. make poem ..

And stop questioning life .

You're hart beats... You breath ...

You eat.. you drink .. Al gets degested .. many efforts on you're side for that...

And don't get smart with me lady !!!

Again I fall into laughter..

Follows by deep silence .

Short reflection .. well yes .. it's treu..

How much do we do to live..

Better how much are we not seeing that most things just happen ..

In Beeing .. I walk.., I talk .. I live.. and breathe ..

Oh yes I am a creative one...

A blush of shame and excitement ..

Oh thank you diary ... Thank you..

I am greatefull you know .

And you made me see... I just maybe ...

Me.. simple me ...

Like in life sometimes words will flow... And sometimes silence falls...

Like mmm day and night ..

Can't live without each other ..

And knowing that after silence ... More words . More beauty comes.. surprisingly ... In A new light ...

Oh diary what a special day..

You know .. you broke you're silence

Today . What are you unique.. and .. that's you're way...

Oh .. by the way .. so much thank for showing me that today ...

And Beeing in my life .... As a special guide... A gift of creative writing ..

And surprising reactions

Well life is a surprise after all.

So act on that ..

Keep the laughter.. the smile and create well.. I write down .. to my diary as to me .

It's great to be unique .....

To be..... Just me !!!!!?!

Thank you for that..

An other day .. will share some more I hope. In the mean time.

I put you next to me.

Dear diary...

As I see ... To bring out .. an other creative .. idea ...

Passion calls.. harts on fire ...

So let's try it ..

Thank you ... Until later ... My diary

An other writing. So please guide

Me along for now you're rest..

My time to create . In faith. ...