when you want it, you need it and you love it;
you fight for it, you have to be strong because you meet many thing that try harder to stop you
you have to do all your best you have to run you have to be patient you will cry you will feel pain but at the end you get the reaching
i reach for it, these goals, they seem so far away. i reach and reach and i may never get there… but the trying is what i live for, writing is what i live for. i may never reach those goals… but in the reaching i will get further than if i hadn’t ever lifted my arms to try
she kept reaching and reaching towards the elusive perfection she would never achieve
and wasted away
and picked at her imperfections until she became blind to herself
you’re watching the sunset with the only boy you’ve ever been in love with. it’s something the both of you do every once in a while. he’s always the one who begs you to see it with him. and when you give in, he smiles so wide, so it’s worth it you guess.
right now, you’re both sitting on the roof of his house. the tiles of the roof are digging into your spine, but the feeling is easy to ignore while you stare at his profile. his brown hair was simple but it looked like it was glowing in the orange light. you make sure that when he looks at you, you look back at the dropping orb of light in the sky. you’d rather watch him then the sunset; you’re the type of person who thinks once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.
glancing down at his hand, you become painfully aware of the distance between your hand and his. you stretch your pinky out, peek up through your eyelashes to see if he notices and when he doesn’t, you scoot it further. “i never get tired of this.” he says and you start, immediately retracting your hand back. “yeah. it’s great.” you reply but there’s an ache in your chest now when you look back down at his hand.
I turned to my side and reached out. Thin air is all I got. I had been dreaming again. This dream was the window to the parallel world. I reached out to jump into it, only to get a bump in my head. That time was gone. That touch was gone. All I was left with was the sensation of the possibilities and ache in my belly of having had a chance. Only if I had reached out more or maybe had not reached out at all. The all too familiar what ifs, the all too familiar curl in a ball sensation!
reaching up to the top shelf. i grabbed the cake down. i sat on the kitchen floor and touched the chocolate cake. was i going to do this? I wanted to YOLO and eat it for the instant gratification but I also couldn’t put on weight. OUr society was so fixated on weight and I was no exception. it was “one moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips” they said. this food was only supposed to be for a special occasion so why the bloody hell had mum bought it? i felt sudden anger and i stood up and threw the cake in the bin.
“I’ll get there someday”, I told myself. The setting sun on the horizon stretched out before me, bathing the treeline below my mountain-side vantage in a blanket of gold. I walked forward and opened the wide glass doors from the bedroom to the picturesque balcony outside and stepped out for a moment to take in the whole scene. Instinctively I reached my hand out towards the sun, wanting to hold it in place to keep that moment alive just a while longer.
“Someday,” I continued to myself, “Someday *I’ll* be the one with the beautiful house in the mountains getting robbed.” I then turned back inside and continued with my burglary.
In life, we’re constantly reaching for happiness. Tiring efforts and yet they always return little to no results. Or at least not a satisfying results.
Maybe this due to our continuous efforts. For if we’re always chasing, can we even reach a destination?
It’s like a rabbit chasing a carrot on a stick, no matter how fast or far we run, that prize will always be a stick away. It will always be out of our grasps.
We will always be reaching unless we learn to be content. That is where true happiness can only lie.
I was reaching for the one thing that wouldn’t kill me.
Everything else in my life, at the moment, had been toxic. Everyone else, too. The girl at the counter, eyeing me as if I were the largest disgrace she had seen in her lifetime. I was reaching for the one thing that was sure to not kill me, but instead, let me feel something.
Reaching one’s goals is very important in life. Milestones shape a persons life. It is all about setting goals and attaining them. Live live to the full.
I was reaching my toes today. Trying to reach my roller skate shoe laces. It is my birthday soon and it is going to be a roller skate party! I am inviting all my friends and it will be a super fun.
I am reaching out for peace, I am reaching out for love and in the end, I still can’t find what I am looking for. I reckon life is all about searching and reaching but it’s your destiny to find what you are looking for.
I reached the airport of Belgium, and i started to realise that I am far from the family and even I scream no one will come to reach me out.
I overcame that feeling I started to reach out for my goals.
Reaching as far down as she could, without falling into the cold dark water, she fumbled at the bottom to grasp at the twinkling diamond ring she had thrown in anger into the water.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair?” she said, twirling the little lilac flower between her fingertips. “I think you might need to, you know, just step back a little and–”
“‘Step back’? Why should I need to step back? When has she ever?”
reaching to sucees is very hard but no one see the what it takes for being successful. i want to reach to sucess level . i want to reach to mountain, and go for treacking
Reaching for nothing, I suppose. I’ve stopped. Not given up, just realised what I’ve been reaching for all along isn’t 1. Worth it and 2. What I actually want.
Always reaching.
My darling, you fell in love with a Shape Shifter.
Endless drifter.
I’m the rabbit in the moon.
I go through the paces, the phases, before the final reveal. New moon and I conceal.
From Coyote to Crow to Snake to Seal.
Reach for me when I’m in a solid state.
Reach for me because when I sway I swoon.
I often find people on the left to be reaching in their leap into politics before the DEAD CHILDREN are even in the GROUND YET… Parents are burying their children. Brothers or sisters are burying their siblings… Kids are burying their parents… Shit, I hate today.
Reaching towards my destination, I was very anxious.
To what will happen to me there.
As I arrived, I looked towards my surroundings.
There is nothing familiar around me.
I trudge on.
For I cannot simply do nothing.
I was reaching to the station, and then I saw her. She was a little girl wearing a pink frock. Her hair was unkempt. She looked malnourished and all the qualities that a girl left to her own can have.
When they were reaching the park they felt some beautiful and amazing energy waiting for them. They were in love with each other and with the nature all over again.
Reaching through the other side, but what to do if the other side is not reaching you. Simply reach without reaching through reaching too be reached and it will be reached in a minute.
Sometimes in my dreams, you are still here. Alive and well and breathing.
And rarely, when I am out and about… Someone resembling you crosses my path, and for a second I imagine it being you. That you faked your own death and are living a happy life now. Once the stranger turns around, reality crashes down on me. You are gone and I won’t ever be able to see you smile again. To see you truly happy, one last time.
You made one rash, but final decision and erased yourself from existance.
i was about to reach my destination and i came to know that the place where i was meant to be was actually the place i left behind and then i knew the place i’ll be reaching should be better than i left behind way back. and that was the moment i realized that places are not meant for us but we are meant to places. its all written. our journey , our destination, everything. we ultimately REACH the right place.
I’m reaching for something that sometimes feel attainable, other days not. More often than not, it’s a block I put up for myself without trying to. Or it’s a block made of hormones, or a lack of the hormones that would help me to reach for what’s there
as i started my vehicle , i thought that i should reach my place at the earliest , as i was already late by then , i saw my mother running towards me to provide my lunch box that i have forgot
You know you’re reaching for something too far away from you, my darling. You know you can’t actually grab a star if you can’t even make it to the moon. Even if you brought back a lunar lump of something celestially extraordinary, I’m not sure she’d even bat a single eyelash in your direction.
Just as well – keep your fingers on the highest shelf you can touch. There are good things to snatch from there, good things to keep a hold on.
when you want it, you need it and you love it;
you fight for it, you have to be strong because you meet many thing that try harder to stop you
you have to do all your best you have to run you have to be patient you will cry you will feel pain but at the end you get the reaching
i reach for it, these goals, they seem so far away. i reach and reach and i may never get there… but the trying is what i live for, writing is what i live for. i may never reach those goals… but in the reaching i will get further than if i hadn’t ever lifted my arms to try
she kept reaching and reaching towards the elusive perfection she would never achieve
and wasted away
and picked at her imperfections until she became blind to herself
you’re watching the sunset with the only boy you’ve ever been in love with. it’s something the both of you do every once in a while. he’s always the one who begs you to see it with him. and when you give in, he smiles so wide, so it’s worth it you guess.
right now, you’re both sitting on the roof of his house. the tiles of the roof are digging into your spine, but the feeling is easy to ignore while you stare at his profile. his brown hair was simple but it looked like it was glowing in the orange light. you make sure that when he looks at you, you look back at the dropping orb of light in the sky. you’d rather watch him then the sunset; you’re the type of person who thinks once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.
glancing down at his hand, you become painfully aware of the distance between your hand and his. you stretch your pinky out, peek up through your eyelashes to see if he notices and when he doesn’t, you scoot it further. “i never get tired of this.” he says and you start, immediately retracting your hand back. “yeah. it’s great.” you reply but there’s an ache in your chest now when you look back down at his hand.
I turned to my side and reached out. Thin air is all I got. I had been dreaming again. This dream was the window to the parallel world. I reached out to jump into it, only to get a bump in my head. That time was gone. That touch was gone. All I was left with was the sensation of the possibilities and ache in my belly of having had a chance. Only if I had reached out more or maybe had not reached out at all. The all too familiar what ifs, the all too familiar curl in a ball sensation!
reaching up to the top shelf. i grabbed the cake down. i sat on the kitchen floor and touched the chocolate cake. was i going to do this? I wanted to YOLO and eat it for the instant gratification but I also couldn’t put on weight. OUr society was so fixated on weight and I was no exception. it was “one moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips” they said. this food was only supposed to be for a special occasion so why the bloody hell had mum bought it? i felt sudden anger and i stood up and threw the cake in the bin.
“I’ll get there someday”, I told myself. The setting sun on the horizon stretched out before me, bathing the treeline below my mountain-side vantage in a blanket of gold. I walked forward and opened the wide glass doors from the bedroom to the picturesque balcony outside and stepped out for a moment to take in the whole scene. Instinctively I reached my hand out towards the sun, wanting to hold it in place to keep that moment alive just a while longer.
“Someday,” I continued to myself, “Someday *I’ll* be the one with the beautiful house in the mountains getting robbed.” I then turned back inside and continued with my burglary.
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In life, we’re constantly reaching for happiness. Tiring efforts and yet they always return little to no results. Or at least not a satisfying results.
Maybe this due to our continuous efforts. For if we’re always chasing, can we even reach a destination?
It’s like a rabbit chasing a carrot on a stick, no matter how fast or far we run, that prize will always be a stick away. It will always be out of our grasps.
We will always be reaching unless we learn to be content. That is where true happiness can only lie.
I was reaching for the one thing that wouldn’t kill me.
Everything else in my life, at the moment, had been toxic. Everyone else, too. The girl at the counter, eyeing me as if I were the largest disgrace she had seen in her lifetime. I was reaching for the one thing that was sure to not kill me, but instead, let me feel something.
The blood had already been shed.
Reaching one’s goals is very important in life. Milestones shape a persons life. It is all about setting goals and attaining them. Live live to the full.
I was reaching my toes today. Trying to reach my roller skate shoe laces. It is my birthday soon and it is going to be a roller skate party! I am inviting all my friends and it will be a super fun.
I am reaching out for peace, I am reaching out for love and in the end, I still can’t find what I am looking for. I reckon life is all about searching and reaching but it’s your destiny to find what you are looking for.
I reached the airport of Belgium, and i started to realise that I am far from the family and even I scream no one will come to reach me out.
I overcame that feeling I started to reach out for my goals.
Reaching as far down as she could, without falling into the cold dark water, she fumbled at the bottom to grasp at the twinkling diamond ring she had thrown in anger into the water.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair?” she said, twirling the little lilac flower between her fingertips. “I think you might need to, you know, just step back a little and–”
“‘Step back’? Why should I need to step back? When has she ever?”
Reaching is stretching just that bit harder than you think you can and finally getting hold of the thing you want. .
Glacier tracks up my spine,
migration of sacrificial hope
laid bare on a pyre –
“If I give a little more,
can I reach a little higher?”
If I dropped a match
the shadows would cease
to exist, and perhaps
I’d be reborn of the Earth
by something other than water.
reaching to sucees is very hard but no one see the what it takes for being successful. i want to reach to sucess level . i want to reach to mountain, and go for treacking
Reaching for nothing, I suppose. I’ve stopped. Not given up, just realised what I’ve been reaching for all along isn’t 1. Worth it and 2. What I actually want.
Everything’s fine. Really.
Always reaching.
My darling, you fell in love with a Shape Shifter.
Endless drifter.
I’m the rabbit in the moon.
I go through the paces, the phases, before the final reveal. New moon and I conceal.
From Coyote to Crow to Snake to Seal.
Reach for me when I’m in a solid state.
Reach for me because when I sway I swoon.
Those words never did reached
the ears of those who mattered
Those cries of anguish that upon deliverance
we so do make
Never did reached the ones who sentenced us
I often find people on the left to be reaching in their leap into politics before the DEAD CHILDREN are even in the GROUND YET… Parents are burying their children. Brothers or sisters are burying their siblings… Kids are burying their parents… Shit, I hate today.
when i was reaching home i met a man he was so manly he encouraged a handycapped person this inci
Dreamt of reaching the zenith, no longer alone, far beyond the eternity. live love and spread happiness
Reaching towards my destination, I was very anxious.
To what will happen to me there.
As I arrived, I looked towards my surroundings.
There is nothing familiar around me.
I trudge on.
For I cannot simply do nothing.
I was reaching to the station, and then I saw her. She was a little girl wearing a pink frock. Her hair was unkempt. She looked malnourished and all the qualities that a girl left to her own can have.
When they were reaching the park they felt some beautiful and amazing energy waiting for them. They were in love with each other and with the nature all over again.
I am reaching soon and dying to meet you- Hug you!
Reaching through the other side, but what to do if the other side is not reaching you. Simply reach without reaching through reaching too be reached and it will be reached in a minute.
Sometimes in my dreams, you are still here. Alive and well and breathing.
And rarely, when I am out and about… Someone resembling you crosses my path, and for a second I imagine it being you. That you faked your own death and are living a happy life now. Once the stranger turns around, reality crashes down on me. You are gone and I won’t ever be able to see you smile again. To see you truly happy, one last time.
You made one rash, but final decision and erased yourself from existance.
i was about to reach my destination and i came to know that the place where i was meant to be was actually the place i left behind and then i knew the place i’ll be reaching should be better than i left behind way back. and that was the moment i realized that places are not meant for us but we are meant to places. its all written. our journey , our destination, everything. we ultimately REACH the right place.
I’m reaching for something that sometimes feel attainable, other days not. More often than not, it’s a block I put up for myself without trying to. Or it’s a block made of hormones, or a lack of the hormones that would help me to reach for what’s there
as i started my vehicle , i thought that i should reach my place at the earliest , as i was already late by then , i saw my mother running towards me to provide my lunch box that i have forgot
As I was reaching the sea shore , I saw waves touching my feet .It was beautiful . Immersed in nature .
I am reaching a zenith of my activity and seeing the fall being eminent. Still I feel one should walk till you are reaching that point.
You know you’re reaching for something too far away from you, my darling. You know you can’t actually grab a star if you can’t even make it to the moon. Even if you brought back a lunar lump of something celestially extraordinary, I’m not sure she’d even bat a single eyelash in your direction.
Just as well – keep your fingers on the highest shelf you can touch. There are good things to snatch from there, good things to keep a hold on.