body is the external cover to hold us intact it can get hurt with or without your consent it can tire, age or lose vigour in time mind is internal fluid to keep you intact no one can touch or hurt it without your consent it can only evolve and shine well with time keep it well to help you lead this life very well
all we experience is a flavor of reality subject to our own interpretation is there any sensation without interpretation we create what we believe we delete and ignore what we don’t feel unless we stop interpretation and expose ourselves fully well where’s the experience of reality is this the nothingness the truth underlying everything
being at the right place and right time seems to be most important anytime knowing where to be, at what time seems to develop over a period of time but when to act and how to act is the right skill required to survive all the time
life is spent with or without consent time never waits for anyone’s consent what do we wait for to lead a good life an opportune moment or a valid reason isn’t life a celebration held for no reason isn’t the daily grind a process of its renewal
what’s original in this world everything was here before everyone was here before every lesson was there before I can always copy the script still the reading is mine alone still the ride is mine alone my life is mine alone, the original
Sleep is a boon for us to heal well helping us renew the life very well giving us a chance to find ourself or at least a chance to cleanse one self a daily reminder as to why we are here
no one man’s lifetime achievements are enough for the progress of mankind discovering, sharing and continuously improving is essential to learn and mimic everything nature has to offer for all lives discover, experience, share and evolve is that the secret mantra for life
we seek help and pardon we seek shelter and care we seek name and fame what we get is love and affection nothing else can ever be given why not give it gracefully
Jealousy is the pile of dirt resting on my compass firm clouding my vision and run when it turns to admiration wipes the compass neat and clean puts me back on the ride again
