exceptionist Hapiness is a journey, not a destination. - May 11 add/view comments (0)

Entrenching into my thoughts, I woke up feeling empty. I dazed out looking at my walls, and every aspect of my being seems to have encompassed by this... I turn side way attempting to evolve with a new look on things. But all that does is re-enforcing my prior collections. Therefore I begin to close my eyes to help me remember all the good things, which I should be optimistic about. Regretfully, my suspicion over take me, it deems all are redundant, then my eyes tweak open only to be... (continue reading)

Being born with all the attributes of nature, my mind and body begin to cascade towards the role of life. My head turns up, down, and both side ways looking at what I have. I notice my strengths and limitations as I begin to wonder by pondering at the inevitable question: Why? Then a simple reflection through myself makes me realize, that my question has no base without me. And thus I am the question and the answer because I am in conjunction with what is, was, and always will be...

I'm moving through traffic with great agility and precision, switching lanes as fast as I can to reach my destination. A lady looks out of her car window with a puzzle expression as to why? I glance back with a sense of being annoyed. I persisted on and completely obliterated to the fact that I might be getting chased. But I'm danm determine and diligently ready for my prize. I'm getting ready, I'm licking back and forth the corner of my lips, entrenching with the realization that I'm about to... (continue reading)