Two of the most fundamental and existential states in life are measured by each stroke forward in our life clock’s hands. The corroboratory tick of the larger and faster one is that of the sound of change, and the smaller and slower one, validating clicks are those of the sound of evolution.
It is commonly said that love is never having to say you’re sorry, and never having to apologize. It has been said, therefore,
As time passes and life goes on, we are reminded by tragedy, how precious life is, and how privileged it is to be healthy and alive.
What a tough job to have to navigate through the darkest corners of the minds of others, rather than your own.
Life is a tightly wound chain of occurrences, a maddening scramble, we cannot govern nor control. Out future is being formed every millisecond. It is an infinite, never ending, dynamic & totally random string of connected events.
Ever since the day we met, there is something about you, that makes life magical. Don’t ask me how but it is this irresistible and wickedly beautiful spell you cast, that simply makes us happy, whole, and safe.
In all matters of family, true friendship, and love, reside all those that are dearest and nearest to us, as well as the bonds that hold it all together. The tight closeness and indivisible unity of these three existential bonds is one of the most important sources of strength and happiness in our lives.
Conventional wisdom is such, that when you do the wrong thing, eventually, the past catches up with you and holds you accountable. But, there is also the unspoken truth that, when we fail to do in the present what we are supposed to,
If I could touch the stars with my heart, the night darkness would turn into reds of roses and reds of fire. If I could reach the sky with my dreams, the colors and tones of daylight would turn into inspired whites and passionate blues.
As the leaves drop at Poet’s row, I see your eyes sparkle in the hues of the fall. The gentle breeze whistles as the spirit of “The Big Apple” spreads to every corner of the city’s lungs.