Feed Your Head

A newfound aquaintance told me about her belief in making her own happiness.

I am trying it. And so far, it's working out alright. Think positive ("Write it in purple ink!").

It's keeping me a little bit more calm, and a little bit more on the 'bright' side of things.

I can't please everyone, and I am not going to make myself crazy trying. I will be who I am, know my faults and weaknesses, but not let others force change upon me when I like (generally) who I am.

I'm feeding my head. I'm finding my soul.

I'm Trying To Make It.

I am a pilgrim, a pilgrim of sorrow
Tossed in this wide world
This wide world alone
Ain’t got no hope in
This world for tomorrow
Trying to make
Heaven my home

You know sometimes,
I get a little troubled
I get a little tormented and worried, lord Jesus
By all of my so called friends,
all of my so called friends
Who just won’t, who just won’t leave me alone
But I’m gonna keep on tryin’ and keep on prayin’
That one day it’ll all be over
‘Cause Lord,
I’m trying to make it
I wanna make heaven my home

Sometimes I’m tossed
Sometimes I’m tossed and driven Lord
And just don’t know, said just don’t know
Well don’t know which way to turn

I am a pilgrim, a pilgrim of sorrow
Tossed in this wide world
This wide world alone
Ain’t got no hope in
This world for tomorrow
Trying to make
Heaven my home

Oh I heard of a city
Of a city
Called Heaven.
I'm trying to make it.
Make heaven my home.

Scriptural Reference:
"Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage." Psalm 84:5"All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance. And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth." Hebrews 11:13

I think this is the most beautiful song to listen to when you just want to cry into your pillow.