It is a dance, this life.
Those who are morbidly fearful of risks ceaselessly sit out their turns to hit the dance floor.
Then there are those fearless characters who too readily perhaps are unafraid to take the plunge.
Yes, they doubtlessly suffer cuts, bruises and scrapes along the way, some of which run painfully deep.
But, sometimes, pluckily taking the plunge to start a company or send in an application affords its own longed-for rewards too.
So, be bold, brave and when it’s your turn to dance, break a leg while you’re at it.

When you’re feeling forlorn and downcast, why don’t you set off for Happiness Lane to hang out there for a while.
And the thing is it is so stupendously easy to get there it positively beggars belief.
One need not use the flamboyant Google Maps to zero-in on the exact location of Happiness Lane.
It’s easy to find.
It is in the wonderfully radiant smile of a loved one as she looks at you.
It is in the fumbling yet magical strivings of a little child as he/she begins to walk for the very first time.
So, the next time you catch yourself moping around in gloom, why don’t you head off for Happiness Lane to just blissfully hang out there for a while.

Never let hope flee your heart.
For without hope, life is akin to a beautiful song without a melody.
Cling tightly and steadfastly onto hope.
For without it, life is like sterile soil that cannot yield rich fruit.
Remember, friend, without hope, life is like an idyllic and palatial mansion with no one to make it a home alive with life, chatter and laughter.

The End.

Building – an interesting undertaking.
Breathtaking architectural creations like the Sydney Opera House or the enduringly magical Taj Mahal don’t just happen at the snap of one’s fingers.
Such wonders are meticulously wrought brick by brick, chunk by chunk and rung by rung until their glorious completed form.
Exhilarating and meaningful romantic entanglements don’t just happen on that oft first fumbling and awkward first date.
If there are sparks, these will need time and maturity to fly in full riotous glory.
Yes, building – an interesting, ages-old undertaking.

The END.

As the fury rages and the bitterness begins to bite, remember there is a season for everything.
A season to cultivate dreams and a season when all hopes are cruelly dashed.
A season when fear reigns supreme and a season when grace supersedes every fear, every doubt, every hurt and every ember of fury still lurking within.
So, friend, don’t shrink back in fright at the dying light.
Time will surely come when you’ll be bathed in the all-enveloping and tenderly radiant glow of hope, freedom and renewal.

END

The voice of the people IS the voice of justice.
When dastardly injustice is committed against the body politic of the state, the people survey the wreckage in the aftermath and then that miracle of social rejuvenation takes place: their righteous rage rises.
From that critical point on, in all manner of ways and means, they, the people, will bring those culpable for the grievous wound to account.
They, the people, will gather, protest, and organize in furious and wholehearted labors just so that those responsible pay dearly.
Salute the people, then: the true call to justice.

END.

When you experience fiery suffering and it seems like you have been ruthlessly flung into a seemingly bottomless darkly tormenting abyss, take a moment to pause and reset your roiling emotions.
Imagine an uncommonly peaceful lake with lush green grass on either bank of it.
Picture a towering and majestic mountain set against a breathtakingly beautiful backdrop of a gorgeously orange-golden sunset.
What an exquisitely and wondrously splendid sight, right?
Now, tenderly pack-up this beautiful sight and store it into one of the inner compartments of your mind.
Retrieve it whenever the gates of hell have been flung wide-open to visit such calamitous suffering upon your life.

The End.