The Language of Heart Has It's Own Universal Language.

  

I was scared, angry and disappointed.
Then I put on my running shoes and started to run against the cold morning breeze of Autumn only to find a nice place to cry out loud and letting tears prickling freely down to my cheeks, pouring my heart out talking to the guardians of the city of Korea. 
They speak in a different mother tongue, but the language of heart has it's own universal language.

The heaviest burden of being a single mother and a career woman is that you don't get anyone knows how hard things are hitting you, you don't let anyone getting too close and how just a simple words can bring you down under the water. That you have to fight to breathe and alive with your heavy backpack filled with your life time commitment to your family.

You can only talk to the angels above. Only they can hear and understand, and whisper your prays to God. 

 "The warrior of the light does not worry, that, to others, his behavior might seem quite mad.

He talks out loud to himself when he is alone.

Someone told him that this is the best way of communicating with the angels,

and so he takes a chance and tries to make contact.

At first, he finds this very difficult. He thinks that he has something to say.

One day. he notices a change in his voice. He realizes that he is acting as a channel for some higher wisdom.

The warrior may seem mad, but this is just a disguise" 

Paulo Coelho -Warrior of the Light