Spooky Hour

by - December 09, 2016

(June 20, 2015 post: https://lesheilamarie.wordpress.com/2015/06/20/spooky-hour/)

Life is about the journey of choices and made decisions. What we usually see in our daily lives are just part of the things we used to choose. In making choices, anybody can walk through a glorious path or else walk through a path of punishment. The reason is that we particularly believe that things will work out the way we wanted but regardless the outcome may has come we can’t deal with it by the time. Everyone is entitled not just to their own opinion but to their own spooky hour. Spooky hour is like a dark shadow waiting to attack when it learns a chance. Mostly, it attacks when you let yourself soak in other people’s negativity.
For the same reason, these following photographs remind me that “spooky hour” won’t get a chance to attack anybody, that’s when you don’t let it in.
Work hard for what you want because it won’t come to you without a fight. You have to be strong and courageous and know that you can do anything you put your mind to. If somebody puts you down or criticizes you, just keep on believing in yourself and turn it into something positive.
– Leah LaBelle

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