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AS LONG AS I LIVE by Latika Teotia

 What makes me come alive?

What did I want to do with my life? What kind of a person did I want to be? These questions made me look back at my life experiences. I had two choices: to either sit and sulk, or take hold of myself and make my life worthy. I chose to stand firm. I chose ‘Me’, and that means taking full responsibility for my part in the co-creation of my life.

The lines that touched me and continue touching my soul are these: “When you look back on the landscape of your life, you should feel proud of the footprints you have left behind.” Since then, there is no looking back.

I am ‘Now’ enjoying every single moment of my life. To my fellow sisters I would offer this: “May you each live a life worth being replicated!”  Sending Endless Love from my Heart to All…
Painting by Vladimir Volgov

As Long As I Live

I am learning to be less vulnerable, more strong,
Trying my best not to be wrong.
I'm trying to accept beauty of this life,
Even though it is torn with strife.
I'm learning to smile through my tears,
Suppressing my hidden as well as visible fears.
I am learning to enjoy this process,
It doesn't matter if it isn't a success.
Instead of counting the cost,
I'm learning not to get lost
And not to forsake the colors
Of life, in the midst of storms and others.
I am learning to come out of the dark,
And touch the sky; fly like a lark.
I'm learning to hold on to my dreams,
And to overcome my inner screams.
I am learning to live well, give my best,
Do what is right and to God leave the rest.
Build bridges, let none fall.
And above all be a good friend to all.
"Lotus Lilies" by Charles Courtney Curran (1888)


Latika Teotia: “My life is dedicated to Special Children and Women who need support. Also, being from an army background, I am able to help War-Widows, and the Women whose husbands are posted in fields. You may connect with me via my website here, my 'Have Wings, Will Fly Facebook page here, or Twitter here




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