As we both were
seemingly lost
in each other's gaze,
I asked,
"Describe the love
of your life,"
and with a simple grin,
she then responded with:
"Someone who makes me laugh,
first and foremost.
Someone who is honest
and real with me.
Someone who challenges me
and helps me grow
as a person.
Someone who treats me
the way I treat them.
Someone who sees me
as their equal
and nothing less.
Someone who treats me
like a Queen because
I would treat them
as a King.
Someone who is supportive
and always has my back
no matter what.
Just someone who loves me
unconditionally.. for me"
and as she finished,
my heart had melted
onto my organs
which gave me this
indescribably warm feeling
that I had never felt
and in that precise moment
I knew she was
the reason why I was made
and put on this Earth.
To love this woman
with all my might.
To love this woman
like no human
had ever loved another
human being.

Before the paradigm
of my thinking
shifted,
I use to believe
that the Universe
didn't like me
at all.
That I was cursed
with horrible luck
and when I use to think that,
everyday to me
was a bad day.
But now I don't believe
in bad days anymore.
And I've been asked
of why is it that I don't
believe in bad days
anymore
and I always respond
with the same thing,
"The reason why I don't believe
in bad days is because
I don't see it as bad days.
I see them as
character building days".
When everything seems
not going your way
and you feel like today
is going to be a bad day,
you start appreciating
even the simplest things
about other days
and how good you have it.
The moral of this
is that one should always
learn things everyday,
even in those 'bad days'.
Become at peace with yourself,
and the Universe
will become at peace with you.

You don't have to be
great to start,
but you have to start
to be great.
And I understand
that there will be days
that all you want to do
is give up,
all you want to do
is give in;
that success is nowhere
to be seen,
but don't give up.
See, when you're
in the verge of giving up,
there's that little
in-between space
that determines
how strong your will is
and
what kind of person
you are.

KEEP GOING,
YOU ARE
GETTING
THERE!

How she could
always
glance onto
the beach
for hours and hours
at a time;
her thoughts
lost beautifully
deeply at sea.
Escaping her reality.
The clashing sound
of the waves
soothed her
to the very core
of her
existence
while the breeze
of the ocean
played
innocently with her hair
as if they were
two small children
running together
happily
whilst holding hands
with no worries
whatsoever.
How her face
was
translucent
enough
that you could tell
when she missed
the ocean
and its mysteries.