#Cherish The Moments

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

" We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. "

― Cesare Pavese

📷 mine

[nightingaleatdawnwrites]

Your Life Is Your Story

March 29th, 2024

Life has taught me that I’m not always in control. Life is full of experiences, lessons, heartbreaks, and pain. However, it has also shown me love, beauty, possibilities, and new beginnings. Embrace them all. It makes us who we are and always remember after the storm comes a clear sky.

Always stay positive. Whatever you are feeling right now, if it is something that has caused you pain, it will pass. Time heals all wounds. Through these life lessons we are tested ~ our belief in ourselves, our strength to hold on, keeping our faith in God, and hoping that better days are coming.

Life is beautiful, if we chose to see it that way. Enjoy and cherish every moment you have as you will never know when it’s time to join Our Creator.

And always remember, your life is your story. Write it well. Edit it often, if needed.

[harmonyhealinghub]

Happiness is Not a Destination, It is a Way of Life

Shaina Tranquilino

January 12, 2024

In our pursuit of happiness, we often fall into the trap of viewing it as an end goal or destination that we need to reach. We convince ourselves that once we achieve certain milestones or acquire specific possessions, only then will we find true happiness. However, this mindset overlooks the fact that happiness is not something external; instead, it is an internal state of being. In reality, happiness is not a destination but rather a way of life.

1. Embrace the Present Moment: One of the key aspects of understanding that happiness is a way of life is learning to embrace the present moment. Many individuals continuously postpone their happiness for some future event or accomplishment. However, by doing so, they miss out on the joy and beauty that exists in everyday life. Cultivating mindfulness and being fully present allows us to appreciate the small things and find contentment in every phase of our journey.

2. Shift Your Perspective: Happiness stems from within and can be cultivated through how we choose to perceive our surroundings and circumstances. By shifting our perspective towards gratitude and positivity, we open ourselves up to experience joy even during challenging times. Realizing that setbacks are merely opportunities for growth and that hardships teach valuable lessons enables us to maintain a positive outlook on life.

3. Focus on Relationships: Human connections are essential for leading a happy life. Building strong relationships and nurturing meaningful connections with others add depth and richness to our existence. Prioritizing quality time with loved ones helps create lasting memories filled with laughter, support, and love – all vital elements contributing to overall happiness.

4. Practice Self-Care: Self-care plays a crucial role in maintaining a fulfilling lifestyle focused on happiness. Taking care of your physical, mental, and emotional well-being should be prioritized regularly. Engage in activities that bring you joy – whether it's reading a book, practicing yoga, or indulging in a hobby. By investing time in self-care, you foster happiness within yourself, which positively impacts all aspects of life.

5. Seek Personal Growth: Another important aspect of embracing happiness as a way of life is committing to personal growth and self-improvement. Continuously seeking opportunities for learning and development allows us to expand our knowledge, skills, and perspectives. This pursuit not only brings a sense of accomplishment but also enhances our sense of purpose and fulfillment.

Happiness is not a destination that can be reached through external achievements or possessions; it is an ongoing journey that requires conscious effort and mindset shifts. By embracing the present moment, shifting our perspective, focusing on relationships, practicing self-care, and seeking personal growth, we can cultivate happiness as a way of life. Instead of waiting for happiness to find us at some distant point in the future, let us choose to live each day with gratitude, joy, and contentment – making happiness an integral part of our lives. Remember: true happiness is not found outside ourselves; it resides within us all along.

[mindsschool]

Embrace the journey, cherish the moments, and dance through the chapters of life's beautiful chaos.

[kittykalliarts]

For decades, the blank vision that Iudex Neuvillette wears near his heart has been subject to much discussion in Fontaine. Nobody remembers who it had once belonged to or why the ancient dragon protected it so jealously. It is said that if the Chief Justice would to stare at it for a long while, it would be sure to rain right after. Oh, how beloved that person must've been.

[joy-jpg]

justice design concepts

[mikaikaika]

Tubbo (drunk in a vc): Oh my god I promise I'm not really homophobic. I literally think guys are kind of cool

Foolish: I'm almost positive you are homophobic

Tubbo: Do you really mean that ?.... I could show you otherwise if you want - oh my god I need to shut up oh my god oh my fucking god kill me

*everyone loses it*

[jkvjimin]

"my happiness started when I met rapmon hyung" for @jung-koook ♡

[chloecherrysip]

Head empty, only thinking about Ultra Protective Big Brother Mario at all times and how ever since he was a literal baby who just learned to walk, his first, strongest instinct, as unthinking and instantaneous as a reflex, as breathing, has been to position himself in between Luigi and the slightest hint of danger with absolutely ZERO hesitation

(Their expressions are EXACTLY the same in the 1st and 3rd image!!!! Some things never change!!!! LOOK HOW HARD I CAN CRY!!!!!)

[canisalbus]

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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[nightingaleatdawnwrites]

Someday, everything will make sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.

Indeed, everything happens for a reason. Always look at the brighter side of life and keep thinking positively. Think that better days are coming. Whatever you’re going through is temporary. You will overcome whatever struggles, pain, challenges, and roadblocks that come your way. God won’t let you experience all of those if He knows that you can’t overcome them.

Keep walking with faith in God and towards the righteous path. Believe that life is an amazing journey and life is beautiful and always cherish the priceless moments you have. Because when they’re gone, all you are left are bitter sweet moments.

[strwbrryfire]

now i'm the one going ahead

from little women (1994)

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 

“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 

please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  

“— just wake up, beloved.” 

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—” 

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you. 

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities. 

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 

a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.

 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

[withinthesplendor]

[thebatcreature]

Love how right after huddy breakup they throw some hilson at us like. here don't cry now I've got you ice cream it's your favorite flavor.

[juicequeen21]

Death Note Au where Light marries men to kill them for their money. He marries L and is trying to kill them but nothing works bc L is a vampire.