Are you #IAB ? In the poop of it, I offer my opinion on this mind-boggling paradox of the times we're living in: insurmountable venues for entertainment, yet we’re bored, and life is downright boring. How is that possible? #SMH
Maturity is synonymous with optimism. Not the kind we experienced when we were the young ones; the kind that makes us raise a knowing eyebrow. We're ready for the change.
In the pressure cooker of society, we’ve been simmering & our selves have merged with the selves of others in the same pot. Now, we're primed to give back: to Gaia and this generation. The next generations will follow like parallel keys.
While at puberty we haven’t yet found ourselves & lived through each day with an abundance of energy — which we had no clue what to do with — when the second puberty comes, hopefully, we've found ourselves. Have you? Or are you shaking?
Week 3:- 2 quotes on Composure. 4 mentions of Composure. These are the attributes for being a beauty-full human. What do you think? Do you have these? Who else would you put on this list? Thanks for reading.
For this week's espresso, the other attribute I deem important is Kindness. The kindness of spirit that's part and parcel of every human. Please share your thoughts with me.
What must one possess to be beautiful? Today I'd like to talk to you about one attribute to that end: Elegance -- What is it? And how do you recognize it?
Music is something we all associate with youth, and we can always relate the two by the type of music we listened to. In a big way, that is how we express and search for meaning and balance in life. And value. Sometimes we stumble on it when still young, but many times, generations transpire before we find it. That is the way of the world. But each generation extracts different meanings from different situations, and, right or wrong, everyone arrives at the right conclusions at the exact moment they’re ready. How? Are you with the majority or part of the minority? In music, as in all things, a small minority might be just what we need to continue the ripple effect.
Poem: Women are the mothers of the world-- the nurturers, the fixers. They want to show society that they have it together, even when they don’t. But in the comforts of their bedrooms, they cry every day. For who do they cry, and why?
The state-of-the-art Powerball that my vacuum cleaner was never went underappreciated. It was my faithful companion for over a decade and a half-- with not a cough, not a hiccup to berate it for. I named her Allegri, and it did what her maker promised it’d do for me-- I saw a massive change in my son's health, gave me peace of mind, and saved me money on medical bills. Tell me, wouldn't you be grateful for something like this?
Sometimes, when skies are cloudless, and everything's picturesque, days like these could turn into a curse for those with seasonal allergies. On such days, sometimes I think of gulping down some hot tea to numb my nostrils and bring some quiet in my head. Can you relate? I do not wish this on anyone-- I needed to write it down to take it out of my system.