Love your enemy.
As your life has gone, you’ve never been much of a winner. Albeit you reached the rank of Runner-up, thinking of how close you were makes you bitter. Encountering people with differing ideologies and preferences makes you frustrated and annoyed as if those other human beings are attached to you like glue. You curse them militantly, strategically reinforcing the perception of their stupidity. Continue reading
A Father’s love
For his daughter;
How he taught her, Continue reading
I feel sick.
The pit of my stomach is bothered. It’s not the pills that anguish me. I think it’s the hills. The constant journey, up then down, makes my strength wane and brings me to the ground. For a moment I feel bold, but the next I’m frozen, not from fear, but from insensibility.
Living with sincere joy,
While preaching doubts that constant toy.
This style bifurcates as my train chugs on.
Why do I fear,
As I am surrounded by those who care?
Why do I appear,
A sudden burst of anxiety.
A whirling nudge of curses.
My mind knows the reality,
You want what you don’t have. Your exaggerated perception of others feeds your pity party. Although meant to uplift and brighten your mood, thinking about it makes you envy their every move. Life on the west coast makes you “ooo” and life on the east coast makes you “awe.” You compare yourself to others and
When the stage is set to dispose of fears,
Everyone will gather for the experience.
When joyous sounds meet hearing ears,
When you fail, that is not the end. When you lose, that is not the end. When You pass away, that is not the end . . .