Dreams Don't Expire

-Dreams never expire.-

They are either fulfilled or remain dormant in the darkest parts of your brain, where all the disappointments and embarrassments commune and take hostage.

Shout!

To all the girls that refuse to speak out because they refuse to be looked up as victims. To everyone who doesn’t want to fall under a specific statistic or be counted as casualty. Simply because you do not look like those other girls who have been though the same ordeal.

This isn't about starting a support group for girls who still feel defined by the ordeals of the past.

It just about realising that sexual abuse is as strife and common as crash dieting. We've all been there and lived to tell the tail. We are not defined or limited by it.

This video is simply about understanding that there is healing in self introspection.

Hope you enjoy it.

Hope it brings healing.

Hope you watch it over and over again until it makes sense.

...Khende... ThisisPo...

New Beginnings

New Beginnings!

Truth be told, we absolutely cannot keep fighting the same battles. It's a fact! Nothing ever stays the same really, well not for too long that is. Friendships flourish, then the fizzle out like diet coke gone flat. Relationships hit a plateau, and unless you elevate towards a new equilibrium. This will probably be as good as it gets. You really do age and you really are getting older and maybe its time to think bigger and not look it.
What ever it may be. I believe its time to toast it good bye. That's what faith really is, calling things that aren't as though they were. So in advance we bid farewell, bon voyage, adios, cheerio to the old habits, the old battles, the old struggles.

The time has come to grab the issue by the horn, twist it in the opposite direction and never look back. It's not pretty, nor is it easy. Society has mastered a lot of skills. But the ability to be totally and completely honest with yourself is seriously underrated.

Khende.... Love... ThisisPo...

Pride and other things called friends!

Don't you just hate those moments when you turn around, grab your neck and think, "Eish! Now why did I do that?" Those short lived moments of utter embarrassment. When your weaknesses have been placed on the table and paraded around in magnificent style. And if you weren't a partaker of your own stupidity you would have given them a round of applause for a job well done! But because we have become masters of our own trade, we don't even flinch not even for a second. Our pride consumes every possible decree of our character and has left no room for anything else. Pride is a real thing and so are its destructive ways.
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We have all been there once before. For others one to many times. We have all fallen short of our own standards. Either way we carry our heads up high, refusing to admit the part we played in this debacle. Because sorry is often like waving a white flag and forgiveness is like a
Peace Treaty we never want to sign.


But our closest friends know. These are the people who really know you. The people who could recite your most intimate short comings back to you, in their sleep. They are fully aware of what you did or did not do. But chose to love you still. Thank God for Grace.


So although, to the world, you may look like you have turned your back just so you can get a better view of the big blue sea and blow off some steam. Your close friends knows that you are experiencig the symptoms that come with having a real conscious and you really are just trying to find a way of fishing yourself out of this situation without looking as though you were ever drowning.

Pride is a real thing and good friends are hard to come by.

Truth is..... There just isn't enough room for both.

One of them has got to give.

KHENDE....THISisPO