I have learned that I am just a man and even if I was a woman,
I still wouldn’t be able to do everything at once.

I have learnt that fates plans are not always the same as those I make for my life.

Change is constant and the world is always in motion.

People grow, people change…

Hold on to memories but don’t live life based on a history…

I have learned that some of the greatest friends I have ever made end up as strangers,
and at times I will find my head on the shoulder of a familiar stranger.

Pains’ lessons bring more stability if you focus less on the agony…

And failure is not the end of the world,
as much as success at all cost is not the only way to live life.

I have learnt to live for that smile,
to laugh that hard and hunt for joy in every second that builds my days.

Do not go chasing after love in your desperate breath.

Instead,
I have learnt to sit by the bar,
cold beer by the hand,
have the time of my life and watch love meet me halfway.

Tomorrow may come and change everything I believe in,
it may break me,
it may build me up but until then?

I am faced with now…
and this I have learned.

Get the **** outta your head and keep a smile on your face.
Lose a heartbeat, lose a breath and gain a moment of brilliance.

Cry today, laugh tomorrow and never forget yesterdays lessons.

Gaze in awe at every beautiful moment that escapes life's tragedy.

Hold the child within by the hand and walk into the sunset like cowboy heroes at the end of a good western where the good guy actually wins.

Watch a dark starless sky at night and hope that whatever entity watching from the other side can see your eyes shinning bright amongst the stars from across the universe.

Dance in the rain in a public space or sing a song of expression where people have lost their voices.

Have a moment that belongs to you and not time...

Add flavour to the wells where you keep your tears so that your cries make a difference.

Watch a child smile, or listen to the wheels of your car rumbling on your way home and think to yourself...

Life is never still,
your are always growing,
always going,
so make the process more bearable by putting the unbearable on hold.

Smile for a while,
reposess yourself for a minute,
then get busy living through every dying moment of the days of your life!

I keep a smile in my heart.

To stand firm when the ground beneath is shaken by crooked smiles in heavens robes.

I keep a smile to continue singing a sweet lullaby to fear and despair in the hope that soon my own dreams will awake and stop counting sheep.

I keep a smile in my heart.

For you dear child in your desperate hour clinging on to life, defy death with each breath you take.

It is for you over there who love would not love I keep a smile for and to you I say, “first let your own love grow from within your own existence and let it flourish from the wells of your good nature. Only then will the world acknowledge the invitation to come drink from your cup.”

Fear not what mirrors reflect, instead keep a smile in your heart and grasp the fact that as much as summer needs winter, angels too need demons.

I keep a smile and tip toe around caution, dancing between the margin separating illusions from reality.

I keep a smile in my heart,
and maybe one day it will break out in laughter…

The beauty of life isn't captured in files nor profiles.
It's in a blink or a thought of a distant place.
It lies in emotions that reminice of a time not yet spent.
It is a few seconds in a multiple uncaptured frames.
It lies in the ignored existence of composure.
It influences the untapped recognitions of appreciation.

The beauty of life is not about me showing or telling.
It's only about a few thoughts that inspire ambitions.
A few dreams that elevate fantasies.

The beauty of life is about me in a second painting a picture of elegant brush strokes,
the motion of the eye that composes a visual symphony,
it is an organised cluster of sounds that co-ordinates the performances of all other senses.
It is about leaving open a beat of the heart, only to fill it with the energies of the living.

The beauty of life isn't about searching for joy,
but learning from memories of both depression and tranquility.
It is about the heart losing weight,
the smile gaining width and height.

The beauty of life is about the value of sorrow depreciating.

For me it's about ploughing joy from seeds of madness,
or overturning a frown into a thing of beauty.
It's about dreams that don't need me to sleep and nightmares that have no back up files.

The beauty of life...

As much as I try to define it,
the statements always have a questionmark at the end.

So forever I search, for the beauty of life...