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Receiving a daily jolt

https://dawsonpower.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/How-to-help-an-electric-shock-victim-300x300.jpgIt is often said that a small shock, a surprise or an adrenaline boost rejuvenates your system because it causes you to…well…wake up!

Sometimes you need such a jolt. Something to stir you out of your mundane, almost automatic daily routine.

It’s not really something you look for. It’s rather something that arrives on its own. When you least expect it. The best things usually come like that – unexpectedly.

So, free your mind from automation and allow yourself to add a spring to your step and a daily change in the things you usually do. You’ll see a great difference. Because even the smallest alterations may lead to great results.

You just need to try it and be optimistic it will work out.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Jolt

All the difference

https://www.daysoftheyear.com/wp-content/images/romance-awareness-month-e1430661391688-804x382.jpgIt is something we often neglect or not pay enough attention to. The very simple fact that it is those small things that make the greatest difference. From the way you dress, to the way you wear your hair, to the accessories you choose to adorn you.

It is the way someone looks at you. The gestures they make when they talk to you. The words they use to express themselves; even the spelling mistakes they write. The force they exert when they shake or hold your hand. The aura they emit when they’re around you.

It is the glow of their smile when they look at you. The way they show you they care and make you feel special. The way they make you forget everything else and everyone around you.

It sometimes makes all the difference in the world.

It is the borderline between not wanting the moment to end, and wishing something would happen so you could get up and leave.

It is those little things, which we so often take for granted, that hold in their very essence the future of entire relationships.

Look for the colour

https://img0.etsystatic.com/049/0/5129215/il_340x270.678059928_i1fk.jpgIt was a grey wall at the depths of a dead-end street. You could easily ignore it unless you knew it was there. That is what he did until now. He actually passed by it every day to work and never realized it was there. On it, were white scribblings that made it appear like just another groggy wall in a decadent neighbourhood. He didn’t know what it was that made him go through the alley and take a closer look that day. Some things just happen, without us every finding out why. But he was glad he did.

The wall was filled with inspirations, exhortations, just about anything that restored hope and optimism in a monotonous and otherwise mundane world.

In the end, all we have left is who we are. How we’ve lived. And what we’ve accomplished. In this brief passage through life, we should strive to do the most of what we can and be the best we can be. Sooner or later we’ll realise that what matters most is filling every moment you have with the satisfaction that you’ve done all you could to live a life in full.

Pain is good. It gives you scars and shows you have lived. You have survived. And are stronger.”

Love deeply in all its forms, even if you don’t receive back as much as you give.”

Living with regrets won’t do.”

Do things because you want to, not only because you have to.

Whatever you do, try to be happy”.

There were little prompts, all written in white, yet added so much colour on that otherwise unsightly wall.

It is only when we truly look, that we can actually see.

The Transformation Hat

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/02/Amsterdam_-_Hats_-_0931.jpgThe first one that ever came into his possession was a tall black suede one. It looked so elegant and it made him feel so sleek and classy, like a real gentleman. The next one, he found in a vintage store. It was a dark green beret, like the ones marines wear, and with it, he felt athletic, strong and robust. After that, it became an obsession for him. And it seemed that with every new hat he acquired, he was granted the key to emphasizing an aspect of his character, sometimes even one he was unaware of.

Jonah would wake up every day and decide on the hat that he would wear, before choosing the clothes he would match it with. It all depended on his mood that day, and mainly on what he wanted to feel. So if he wanted to feel sporty and pass by almost unnoticed, he would wear his favorite baseball cap. If on the other hand he wanted to cause gazes to turn his way, he had the brown plaited deerstalker hat á la Sherlock Holmes. On the days he wanted to seem adventurous and exotic, he had the black cowboy hat with its silver band glistening in the sunlight.

Jonah was generally a very hat person. But that was not always a good thing. Because one time he actually misplaced his hat and could not decide what type of personality he was until he eventually found it again. He relied too much on some material good to dictate who he was to the extent that he forgot what type of person he truly strived to be. It was wonderful that he could be all those different persons with a simply change of a hat, but what about when he was without one? He no longer new who he was, and that was a quest he was reluctant to take on. That is the danger of getting too used to something – you fear too much of letting it go.

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