Nobody wants to wait for little miracles (little miracles)

Nobody wants to say, "I'm feeling insecure" (feeling insecure)

It's hard to be this big when I'm feeling small (I'm feeling small)

But I will keep on trying even when I fall

So, put one foot in front of the other

One foot in front of the other

We gotta love one another

We gotta love one another

One foot in front of the other

One foot in front of the other

We gotta love one another

We gotta love one another

I don't wanna quit, beforе the miracle (beforе the miracle)

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

Nobody wants to wait for little miracles (little miracles)

Nobody wants to say, "I'm feeling so unsure" (I'm feeling so unsure)

It's hard to be this big when I'm feelin' immature

But I'm gon' keep on tryin' even when I fall (even when I fall)

So, put one foot in front of the other

One foot in front of the other

We gotta love one another

We gotta love one another

One foot in front of the other

One foot in front of the other

We gotta love one another

We gotta love one another

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

Oh, you may not see a pot of gold

But rainbows are the sky's way of

Telling us we are enough and

If you wanna beat your chest 'cause you feel the emptiness

Go on and feel your loneliness

Go on and feel your loneliness

Then call me 'cause we're both in this

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle (before the miracle)

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle

I don't wanna quit, before the miracle

Sia-Listen

Sounds to go with the image > www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKhedtxJ1ws

Time after time you said you'd be there for me

But over and over your words ring of insincerity

These words that pass your lips

Often spoken but never meant

You hurt the ones you love

Am I the one that you love to hate

Say what you mean

And mean what you say

Why must I live in fear

Why must I hurt this way

Contemplating my every move

Insecure 'til your dying day

You inflict the pain

'Cause I'm the one that you call friend

Had enough of your foolish games

Just go Just go away

I would walk a thousand miles if you asked me to

But why must I spend my whole life proving these things to you

These words that pass your lips

Often spoken but never meant

You hurt the ones you love

Am I the one that you love to hate

Say what you mean

And mean what you say

Why must I live in fear

Why must I hurt this way

Contemplating my every move

Insecure 'til your dying day

You inflict the pain

'Cause I'm the one that you call friend

Had enough of your foolish games

Just go Just go away

How many times must I stand broken-hearted

When will I ever learn

How many times must I fall to pieces

Everybody gets a turn

Time and time again

You're like an old black and white movie

It's all been done before

You're the same old song and dance

You're a tired old cliche

You know the end before it comes

Why must I live in fear

Why must I hurt this way

Contemplating my every move

Insecure 'til your dying day

You inflict the pain

'Cause I'm the one that you call friend

Had enough of your foolish games

This will end This must end

If I had a dime for every time you said you loved me

I'd be a millionaire

But if I had a million for every time that you meant it

I'd be poor as hell

Never will I ever

Walk this road again

For as long as I live the love that I give

Won't be given up in vain

These words that pass your lips

Often spoken but never meant

You hurt the ones you love

Am I the one that you love to hate

Say what you mean

And mean what you say

Why must I live in fear

Why must I hurt this way

Contemplating my every move

Insecure 'til your dying day

You inflict the pain

'Cause I'm the one that you call friend

Had enough of your foolish games

Just go Just go away

Time after time you said you'd be there for me

How many times must I fall to pieces

Everybody gets a turn

Never will I ever walk this road again

But for as long as I live the love that I give

Won't be given up in vain

[Song- "Words are Just Words" by Cyclone Temple, off the 1991 album " I Hate Therefore I Am" ]

Taken at Sunny's Photo Studio maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunny%20Photo%20Studio/128...

[backdrop - All Alone]

Since i’m not a native speaker, I’m allowing myself to quote Marianne Williamson (and I’m in very good company)...

„ Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Excerpt of Nelson Mandela‘s Inauguration Speech

Thank you so much for the GuardYourLight challenge, Clarrissa

You’re amongst the ones who shine the brightest, I’m honoured to call you a friend.

I’m not challenging anyone else, but I will send an invite because I would love to see the light of the beautiful people I tagged...

Special thanks to Teej and Sonic who brought this into life.

🎧 TUNE

Rambling post & credits - emberrandt.blogspot.ca/2017/09/insecurities.html

Her and the beautiful mess

You've got the best of both worlds

You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,

And lift him back up again

You are strong but you're needy,

Humble but you're greedy

And based on your body language,

And shoddy cursive I've been reading

Your style is quite selective,

And what a beautiful mess this is

And it's like we're picking up trash in dresses

Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write

Kind of turn themselves into knives

Your comebacks ‒ they're quick

And probably have to do with your insecurities

There's no shame in being crazy.

Jay Gordon – Slept So Long ♬ ♪

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Have you ever felt chained?

There are many chains and the ones that weigh the most are those that are invisible, those that are carried in silence.

These leave marks... not on the skin, but on the soul, slowly transforming your emotions and you, creating fears and insecurities sometimes without you being aware of it, turning your world around to make you fall into another much darker and from which you may not come out again... although you may... not want to despite the fact that you know that those chains are tightening more and more... and they hurt you.

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Others:

Boots: AsteroidBox. Max Boots (unrigged)

Backdrop: VARONIS "Don't go out!" (GIFT GROUP)

Extra chains: SLAM ceiling chains

Porto

Seen on a shed in Sutherland, Virginia

Exist with an empty caddy

Times are getting hard for many people !

J'existe

Exister avec un caddy vide

Les temps deviennent durs pour beaucoup !

Model: Krystal Smith

Model: Krystal Smith

A long-haired teenage girl wearing a face mask looks momentarily but directly into my camera, while at the same time keeps on holding the left arm of a man who most likely be her father.

Along with another guy, the girl and her father are waiting for a mass public transport on the outer lane of a four-lane national road in Subic, Zambales, Philippines.

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I have a lot of kitties, so Shelby feels very outnumbered and gets pretty insecure sometimes, so I really have to reassure him how much I truly DO love him! (note the little tear in his eye... )

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Bento Mesh Head: Babyface by GENUS

Bento Mesh Body: Maitreya Lara

Face/Body Applier: Emma by Glam Affair

Hair: My Hair-Jelly by [monso]

Ensemble: Lula (Advent Calendar gifts 2019 incl. shorts, striped sweater, & boots) ) by !gO!

Genus Eyes Applier: Best of Palette by Privilege

Apple Pie Tights: Sweet Tea

Festive Rings: RealEvil

Holidays Car [Decor]: Serenity Style

Snow Pine 1: (Milk Motion)

Snow Pine 5: (Milk Motion)

Northern House {Winter} RARE: ionic

Flagstone Path: Stormwood

Snow covered woods: Soy.

flottante puppy. milk . jump / withCollar: {anc}

Cat2_stretch: 05_{-Maru Kado-} now @ The Epiphany @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Epiphany/88/131/1006

Cat2_sit: 11_{-Maru Kado-} now @ The Epiphany @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Epiphany/88/131/1006

Cat2_sit: 08_{-Maru Kado-} now @ The Epiphany @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Epiphany/88/131/1006

Cat2_sit: 04_{-Maru Kado-} now @ The Epiphany @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Epiphany/88/131/1006

Cat2_stretch: 06_{-Maru Kado-} now @ The Epiphany @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Epiphany/88/131/1006

POSE: Unexpected Friend - 4 by Fashiowl

SIM: IPPOS @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ippos/22/94/21

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Build (other than the kitties and dog): Kynne Llewellyn - Thanks, Kynne & Happy New Year! ♥♥

“ Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you love. And most importantly, be kind to others ... “

- Stacy London

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYqcpTYQ8I4

I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz

step out each morning spirit brave

say hello world; smile and wave

no matter what the day should bring

don't let your fears take hold

face the day with courage strong

always try to right a wrong

listen to the birds who sing

give smiles of warmth not cold

look your fears straight in the eye

kiss your worries and woes goodbye

look to the sky, the sea, the sun

the clouds and fields of burnished gold

see each day like a new book

a different, chapter, a different look

a page of velvet vellum softly

cushioning with kindness all that's told

the wind that blows a thousand times

still brings with it the chimes

of bells and angels whispering wings

that comfort you in their heavenly folds

- AP - Copyright remains with the author

'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'

Who is watching you?

Fondée en 1146 dans la vallée de la Thyle par Bernard de Clairvaux, cette abbaye était l'une des premières filles de l'abbaye de Clairvaux. Elle fut très tôt protégée par les ducs de Brabant et ainsi rapidement féconde. Le XIIIe siècle marque son apogée. Entre les XIVe et XVIIe siècles, l'abbaye a connu une succession de périodes calmes et troublées, durant lesquelles les moines ont quitté les lieux à neuf reprises pour raisons d'insécurité. Au XVIIIe siècle, l'abbaye a connu son second âge d'or, marqué par une grande ébullition architecturale. Après la Révolution française, la communauté monastique a dû se disperser, puis l'abbaye fut vendue comme bien national.

Dès lors, aux XIXe et XXe siècles, le site a connu dégradations et restaurations. L'ancienne abbaye de Villers est devenue un lieu de visite romantique et pittoresque, mais bien que devenu touristique, le site se dégradait. L'État belge a donc procédé à l'expropriation des lieux en 1892 pour y entamer un important chantier de restauration.

Les ruines appartiennent désormais à la Région wallonne, relevant du patrimoine majeur de Wallonie. La gestion du site est confiée à une association sans but lucratif, laquelle organise depuis 1987 des représentations théâtrales, des expositions et autres manifestations.

Founded in 1146 in the valley of the Thyle by Bernard de Clairvaux, this abbey was one of the first daughters of the abbey of Clairvaux. It was very early protected by the Dukes of Brabant and thus quickly fertile. The 13th century marks its peak. Between the fourteenth and seventeenth centuries, the abbey experienced a succession of calm and troubled periods, during which the monks left the premises nine times for reasons of insecurity. In the 18th century, the abbey experienced its second golden age, marked by great architectural turmoil. After the French Revolution, the monastic community had to disperse, then the abbey was sold as national property.

From then on, in the 19th and 20th centuries, the site suffered damage and restoration. The old abbey of Villers has become a romantic and picturesque place to visit, but although it has become touristy, the site is deteriorating. The Belgian State therefore expropriated the premises in 1892 to begin a major restoration project.

The ruins now belong to the Walloon Region, belonging to the major heritage of Wallonia. The management of the site is entrusted to a non-profit association, which has been organizing theatrical performances, exhibitions and other events since 1987.

mareagrau.blogspot.it/2017/01/im-selfish-impatient-and-li...

I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best

credits can be seen here : theduderusblog.wixsite.com/mysite/post/confidence-is-sile...

After I graduated school, I applied for an apprenticeship as many in my country do. I was nervous and insecure since the field I chose was very male dominated and I wasn't sure of myself. The first weeks in the office and in school were accompanied by a song, overplayed to the extreme at that time. And that song stuck. It reminds me not only to that time, but to the feeling it gave me. Wonder, hope and fantasy. And it touches a feeling we all long for and this song accompanied me through those four years, from the start to the final exams and my diploma. The feeling of you ❤

Who would have thought that a song I heard as a sixteen year old now describes perfectly a feeling in 2020 😊

You - Ten Sharp

It's alright with me as long as you are by my side,

talk or just say nothing, I don't mind your looks never lie.

I was always on the run, finding out what I was looking for and

I was always insecure, just until I found

Words often don't come easy, I never loved to show you the inside of me oh no my

You were always patience, dragging out what I tried to hide

I was always on the run, finding out what I was looking for and

I was always insecure, just until I found

You you were always on my mind, you, you're the one I'm living for

You, you're my everlasting fire, you're my always shining star.

Nights always are good friends, a glass of wine and the lights down low.

You lying beside me, me full of love and filled with hope

I was always on the run, finding out what I was looking for and

I was always insecure, just until I found

You you were always on my mind, you, you're the one I'm living for

You, you're my everlasting fire, you're my always shining star.

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slgrandillusion.com/2016/01/16/i-have-insecurities-you-sh...

Pose: An Lar

Location: Telrunya: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Isle%20of%20Peace/205/206/31

“Dread is an expression of our insecurity in this earthly life, a realization that we are never and can never be completely “sure” in the sense of possessing a definitive and established spiritual status. It means that we cannot any longer hope in ourselves, in our wisdom, our virtues, our fidelity. We see too clearly that all that is “ours” is nothing, and can completely fail us. In other words, we no longer rely on what we “have,” what has been given by our past, what has been required. We are open to God and to his mercy in the inscrutable future and our trust is entirely in his grace, which will support our liberty in the emptiness where we will confront unforeseen decisions. Only when we have descended in dread to the center of our own nothingness, by His grace and His guidance, can we be led by Him, in His own time, to find Him in losing ourselves.”

- Thomas Merton from The Climate of Monastic Prayer

Fondée en 1146 dans la vallée de la Thyle par Bernard de Clairvaux, cette abbaye était l'une des premières filles de l'abbaye de Clairvaux. Elle fut très tôt protégée par les ducs de Brabant et ainsi rapidement féconde. Le XIIIe siècle marque son apogée. Entre les XIVe et XVIIe siècles, l'abbaye a connu une succession de périodes calmes et troublées, durant lesquelles les moines ont quitté les lieux à neuf reprises pour raisons d'insécurité. Au XVIIIe siècle, l'abbaye a connu son second âge d'or, marqué par une grande ébullition architecturale. Après la Révolution française, la communauté monastique a dû se disperser, puis l'abbaye fut vendue comme bien national.

Dès lors, aux XIXe et XXe siècles, le site a connu dégradations et restaurations. L'ancienne abbaye de Villers est devenue un lieu de visite romantique et pittoresque, mais bien que devenu touristique, le site se dégradait. L'État belge a donc procédé à l'expropriation des lieux en 1892 pour y entamer un important chantier de restauration.

Les ruines appartiennent désormais à la Région wallonne, relevant du patrimoine majeur de Wallonie. La gestion du site est confiée à une association sans but lucratif, laquelle organise depuis 1987 des représentations théâtrales, des expositions et autres manifestations.

Founded in 1146 in the valley of the Thyle by Bernard de Clairvaux, this abbey was one of the first daughters of the abbey of Clairvaux. It was very early protected by the Dukes of Brabant and thus quickly fertile. The 13th century marks its peak. Between the fourteenth and seventeenth centuries, the abbey experienced a succession of calm and troubled periods, during which the monks left the premises nine times for reasons of insecurity. In the 18th century, the abbey experienced its second golden age, marked by great architectural turmoil. After the French Revolution, the monastic community had to disperse, then the abbey was sold as national property.

From then on, in the 19th and 20th centuries, the site suffered damage and restoration. The old abbey of Villers has become a romantic and picturesque place to visit, but although it has become touristy, the site is deteriorating. The Belgian State therefore expropriated the premises in 1892 to begin a major restoration project.

The ruins now belong to the Walloon Region, belonging to the major heritage of Wallonia. The management of the site is entrusted to a non-profit association, which has been organizing theatrical performances, exhibitions and other events since 1987.

Hmmm what was it now and how ?

insecurities are loud.

♬ we let love be the higher design ♬

the things:

[SHIFUKU] - Back open shirt, Crossover jeans & pocketchain

♥️ taken @ Autumn Trace

#noai

www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLmYZSu3NCc

This is a hard place to grow in. Stones and bushes cover the soil.. This is the Mediterranean, not the Black Forest. I was planted here with other olive trees in a cluster, so that humans can take all my fruits to give some taste to their food. My tree mates ignore me, they think I'm a freak. You see, olive trees are supposed to be tough. They can live up to 500 years or even longer when they don't get planted, like me. It won't be my case at all. Take a look at my trunk, it's skinny and strange. My fate started in the right direction, but something happened, and I could no longer control it . I reached a point where I had doubts. Wondering if that was the path I was supposed to take, I turned to the right. Then I looked up and couldn't see my trunk. I panicked. Desperately, I turned to the left to find my way again. That was hard. It took a lot of strength and willpower that I don't have. Finally, I saw my trunk and realized I had to grow upwards. I'm doing well now, but I'm still a weirdo. I need Tree Therapy, though. It’s all because of my insecurity, you know.

feel free to check my new tracks :)

soundcloud.com/user-211102275/daybreak

soundcloud.com/user-211102275/dawn

Insecure - Confident - Cheerful

which one are you?

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Poses : SEPHORIA

Colemore is mentioned in the Domesday Book, and a church has been on the site since the 10th century. The present church dates from the 12th century. However, by 1308 its fabric was "in a ruinous" condition" and the bishop ordered that repairs should be undertaken. By the end of the century the church was under the control of Waverley Abbey. By 1463 it was again in a ruinous condition, and again the bishop had to intervene; the church was put in good order again by July 1464. But its condition had deteriorated again by 1612; a new roof was built and a bellcote added. At this time the church had a cruciform plan, but in 1669 the parishioners considered that the interior was too dark, and they petitioned the bishop for the disused and ruinous south transept to be removed. The petition was granted, and during the following year the transept was demolished.[4]

Again by 1845 the church was in a bad condition and Owen Carter, a Winchester architect, was commissioned to carry out repairs and improvements; the latter included inserting new windows, paving the nave and replacing the pews. By 1866 the bellcote was insecure and it was replaced by a new one with a spirelet, the architect being John Colson, also of Winchester. Further improvements and repairs were carried out in the 1870s. In the 20th century, the church had deteriorated yet again. The parish was united with that of East Tisted.[4] The church was declared redundant on 17 November 1972 and was vested in the Churches Conservation Trust on 6 September 1974.[5] Further repairs have since been carried out. The church remains consecrated and occasional services are held in it. WIKI.

Take everything she is, every last piece. The little, the woman, the broken, the awkward. Shake it up with the dreamer, the worshipper, the sensual and feed it to every demon that feeds on her insecurities, her doubts, the ever present yearning. Where sleep once was respite, a reality better than the waking world, all that remains is a mockery of it all. Bittersweet reminders, a broken record of those whispers that laugh at the ache licking at the walls of her self inflicted prison. Those are the nightmares of a little.

🎶Jazmine Sullivan- Insecure🎶

This is a close-up HDR photo of the intriguing details in a piece of tried out kelp that I held up to the light during a walk at the coast.

Immature, insecure, grown-up nerd. What's Up Fatlip?🎶

Tune<3

Ears - .LF. - Vault Ears @ -OUTPUT event-

Brows - . MILA . London Eyebrows (Catwa) -OUTPUT event-

Hair - DOUX - Charlie hairstyle [Brunettes]

Sweater - COMPLEX / RACHEL SWEATSHIRT / GREEN

I'm selfish,

impatient and a little insecure.

I make mistakes,

I am out of control

and at times hard to handle.

But if you can't handle me at my worst,

then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”

~ Marilyn Monroe

Acrylic on paper, 50x40cm. finished on 15-3-2020. painted when I was kinda insecure about a certain situation. Seems IT payed of this time. while I am not in favor of Insecurity ☺️

... to fight my inner demons...

( Photo Contest submission )

"Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing

This lack of self control I fear is never ending

Controlling

I can't seem

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced

That there's just too much pressure to take)

I've felt this way before

So insecure.. "

- LINKIN PARK -

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd9OhYroLN0

Taken at Eternal Beach

for the jealous crazy bitch in your life

www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Cc0zxkB-sE

Atacames Ecuador

Explored -- front page!

"The truth is dead."

Our society is obsessed with the lives of celebrities: Paparazzi follow stars and tabloid media stage their stories every day. Privacy becomes public and the lives of others a consumable product. The question remains as to what is real and what is staged, and whether this difference is really still of interest. A drastic answer was formulated by the British photographer Alison Jackson in 2020: "The truth is dead. Nothing we are shown is trustworthy, everything can be fake and nothing is authentic. What does this knowledge do to us?"

She makes photo collages (photo montage) and uses doubles ...

„Die Wahrheit ist tot."

Unsere Gesellschaft ist besessen vom Leben der Prominenten: Paparazzi verfolgen Stars und Boulevardmedien inszenieren tagtäglich deren Geschichten. Privatsphäre wird öffentlich und das Leben der Anderen zum konsumierbaren Produkt. Es bleibt die Frage, was echt ist und was inszeniert und ob dieser Unterschied wirklich noch von Interesse ist. Eine drastische Antwort formulierte die britische Fotografin Alison Jackson 2020: „Die Wahrheit ist tot. Nichts, was uns gezeigt wird, ist vertrauenswürdig, alles kann gefälscht sein und nichts ist authentisch. Was macht dieses Wissen mit uns?“

Sie macht Fotokollagen/Fotomontage und setzt Doubles ein ...

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