Life has no reason to rebuke me
as I have never asked for its favours.

Even in my darkest hours,  I had never reproached it
as though it was the cause of my suffering.

I am no stronger than any other person--
it was in accepting my vulnerable humanity
that I had been able to rise above my sorrows.

I have to move on as there's no escape route open to me.

Life is a chameleon.

I am not even aware
that I am a living entity
when into my passion
I plunge--  in totality.

We should learn
to break time
down to tiny fragments
the likely outcome
is --we would understand
the moment as it presents--
in greater clarity

we capitalise
on reducing its size
its power over us
diminishes

we would then
not count ourselves
to be weak
before a giant
as it has somehow
assumed the likeliness
of a little lamb.

I feared life
in the past
due to my ignorance

what it is
is what
I choose
to name it

when
I named it
my way
life became
but a metaphor

henceforth

I became
its master
and no longer
lived in error.

For so many long years
I taught myself to forget
one morning I got up
and said to myself:
' My life shall no longer
be lived in regret'.

I am thankful
for my folly
it paved the way
for my later maturity