I was just about to rant

on how my laptop (actually I was gonna say MacBook) was sounding as if it was gonna take flight. But then I realised how ridiculous that was, complaining about something so minor, while I should be sitting on my knees out of happiness for actually having one.

I can be so selfish at times. A lot of times… 

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Keep on hoping, keep on ‘moving on’, working on, loving on, it’s worth it!
Not it’s ‘gonna’ be worth it. No: it already is. I’m not the carpe-diem-type, at all, but I do think sometimes in the rush of what the future might bring we sometimes tend to forget we are already alive today.
I love this world, this life. I love God. That’s why I blog.
Sometimes I’m sad, hopeless or scared, but I trust God. That’s why I blog.
I want others to see the beauty around them as well, to think about things they have never thought about, to dream, to hope and to know God. To be thankful. To live. That’s why I blog.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.