"Things are becoming good",
What beautiful lines erupt from the wisdom,
Oh!
not from me,
From one who had pree,
Pree myriad possibilities,
Unheralded life proffered serenity.

TRAIN YOUR MIND


I Wonder
Why Fake
People Always
Think
Everythang's
Fake, Like
Love, Faith
And Desire.

Only Those who
Cherish Wisdom
See Tha
Kingdom.
It's
Better to
Make A
Mistake Than
To Sit Back
With zillion
Ideals And
Not Trying at
all.

Mistakes
Plays A Major
Role On
The Road to
Success.
Its
Part of
Experience.

Be An Optimist
Who Sees The
Good Side
Of Every Bad
Situations.

The Laboratory
Of Social
Viruses
And Evils  
Is Located
In The Mind.

Train Your Mind Optimism.
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OPPORTUNITY

"opportunity isn't far but it usually

hides in difficult circumstances and

it takes optimism to figure out."
#c9_fm

at one point
ranks of flowers
lined the garden;
none of which
i could name
nor did i care
to learn

but at full bloom
staring into that kaleidoscope
those colours and the shapes;
there was catharsis

looking now
the garden is
a palette smeared
a spectrum of brown;
         brownish yellow
   greeny brown
      brown on
        slightly darker brown

the dog maintains eye contact
while defecating
on the flower beds;
and this is also
strangely cathartic

There is a mist that seems flowing
Upon that which was once clear,
A fog of emotions glooming over
And a wretched, untethered fear.

A life lived but limitless, yet in
Pensive misgivings doomed.
And a life lived all too fully yet
In anxious unease consumed.

Is one single moment of Eureka
Be best a man could conquest?
Or a lord, or a lover.. say, together
Could one lifetime ever manifest ?

There are doubts in those living
A manual, never was .. on Life
Serendipitous journey, is it not then?
What an adventure, 'tis to be alive !

how did we start,
equating hope to silly?
the fallacy of optimism,
contrasted by the truth of pessimism,
confused as realism, facts
sent by a goal of ataraxia
(unachievable)

supported by leadership position
(unaccessible)

tinted of eudaimonia
(indefinible)
and the loss of getting ahead
at what cost?
do you tear down
others' hope
with your glance,
fuelled by your own
cowardly manner,
afraid of losing
what you never had,
walks around telling others they won't miss it?

Now I can float with you
on dreams of possibilities
daring to hope again
for a season of light.
We are partners of the universe
in flight
not fright.

Dreams are made of possibilities
not of economics or hands
and bare-***** probabilities
but of living tissue
of heart.