Living big

Life should not be small and about continuing your genes only, nor should it only be contained in family, home, and kitchen. Life should be about greatness. It should be big, bold, and adventurous. It should be heavy to be able to sink to the deepest sea, but also must be light to be able to inflate to the space. It should see the littlest thing and observe the biggest substance. It should touch the untouchable and step into the unexplainable. It should leave heritage to its offspring and their offspring and so on. Life should be bigger than life itself.

Fallen words

Will you say words that will only fall like leaves, meaningless and forgotten? Or will you say words that will nurture and revive? Words are both powerful destroyer or savior and such power should be appraised before casted beyond recovery. So, what are your words for today?

Lingering hope at summer's end

As the summer is out and the festivities have gone, there is a lingering loneliness in the air. Season is changing and another winter is on the doorstep. The cycle of the universe will not come to an end, and neither will this solitude of mine come to an end any sooner. The biting cold is imminent and bracing for it is the only option. In my heart, there is a hope that next summer will bring with it another summer memory. A memory that may banish this aloneness to its isolation.

The privilege of loving

Loving somebody is a privilege. It's a privilege that's given to those who understand that making somebody happy is more important than risking themselves in days of longing and mourning. It's a privilege to yourself, because loving is an act of courage that requires a lot of sacrifice, patience, understanding; all the traits that will perfect your soul to be more noble. It's a privilege to those who you love, because receiving love is like receiving one of rarest thing in the world; it's even rarer than diamonds. If you are now loving and being loved, you should rejoice: you are on the path of becoming a perfect human being; and perhaps being perfect in the path towards eternity is the only purpose for us.

When the night jokes...

The night zipped you to my dream. Addressed to the lane of my heart, you were wrapped in a glittery paper, signed by a cupid as the mailman. Beneath the paper, you were so adorable; with that bunny outfit, even so adorable you were. You walked, hopped, ensnared me with your smile. Seemed like a dream within a dream, you incepted me there when you began to reach for me. Your touch was a black hole that devoured me into ecstasy. And when that lips got hold onto me, that was enough to send me out from the illusion to the realm of the real; leaving me with the empty warmth when I realized that I was still dancing with my solitude. Night does have a great sense of humor!