It’s impossible said pride. It’s risky said experience. It’s pointless said reason. Give it a try whispered the heart.
It’s impossible said pride. It’s risky said experience. It’s pointless said reason. Give it a try whispered the heart.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
All ups and downs help you to find a balance in your being. No more ups and downs, but bliss, joy, silence and gratitude.
Life is like a book with three chapters. Two are already written by God - Birth and Death. The chapter in the middle is empty; fill it with your smile, love and faith.