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Accepting Ourselves: Facing Our Inner Critic
An article about getting to know your inner critic and how to reduce it's power over you so you can feel better about yourself. Do you feel like you’re your worst critic? Do you find yourself criticizing your body, intelligence, clothes, ability to do ...
Ancient philosophers’ thoughts, found on the Internet, can effect the way we think
Here I am again sitting at my computer, my job is to write about the positive aspects of the Internet. I’d like to think of myself as a bit of a novice philosopher as well as writer. The other day in poetry class at university my lecturer mentioned a ...
My Father Who Art in Heaven
I took one university course before discovering I was entitled to go into a Master's Program at York University if I got over 75%-ile on the GMAT. With ten years successful business experience and by testing out of the Baccalaureate Level course (CLEP ...
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I was a bit early. It was 7:25 a.m. and work would start at 8:30 a.m. Thus I decided to enjoy the gentle warmth of the sun. I took a walk.
People who passed me by offered me smiles and hearty hellos. Oh, you could never understand how simple greeting of a stranger could lighten up your day. You simply could not help but smile as if the sun has suddenly risen on your face; you simply glow.
But this seventh of September was different.
The upward curl of my lips could not disguise the hollowness of my breath, nor the tears glistening in my eyes. I felt warm all over and I found it quite hard to breathe. I never liked starting my day this way, but there was no choice to make. Things just…happen.
On and on I had told myself in the past, this too shall pass. I was referring to the problems that came my way. I thought of them, and figured I could no longer be easily put to tears. But still, there I was…about to pour out stubborn tears.
This day, I knew, would be one of those
loneliest days of my life.
Father was ill again. He had not fully recovered from the problem in his kidneys. Mother thought he had to be hospitalized again.
Slowly my thoughts drifted back to my younger sister's face. September 7 had never been lonely to her. Yet this time it was.
I could clearly recall the tears burning in the corners of her eyes. She was going out for a field trip and would arrive late. I felt so sorry for her. But she understood.
In our lives, we have to make certain sacrifices for more important things. Things don't always go our way and we are left with no choice but to…sacrifice.
I glanced at my watch - 7:42 a.m. Time to stop this trail of thoughts and get to work.
Happy sixteenth birthday, sis. I'm sorry.
All I could do was pray for her a happy day.
About the Author
Sheryl is a junior editor of publishing company CannonCreek Asia Inc., currently dealing with business news, and is a contributor to the Sun Star Daily Cebu. A journalism graduate, she writes short stories, poetry, essays and few novels.
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