I hope to find my way
After the four seasons
To make my own day
And alone to stay;
To live again as I could’ve done
With no regrets when fall draws near.
So many rules in a humble world
I have to live with every bit of scare
And as the seasons go by
Much more I think;
I bother to find meaning
in how I live.
A hopeless distraction it all could be
Life is simple,
Why not simply live.
So I tell myself in a sober tone:
Feel the world for it is all there is
Breathe the air for it never lasts
Roll in the waves like you have no fear
Feel the brown sand beneath your feet,
Have someone to kiss goodnight,
Whether for once
Or for how long it lasts,
Know this all and trust in the end
That there can be nothing else
to regret about.
Author’s Note: When a situation gets to the point where you have to rely on people’s conscience, then you should be certain that they don’t have it.
Celebrate the little things, and when you complete that journey of a thousand miles remember the first step, for it was what made all the difference.
There are three kinds of people: Those that live for themselves, those that live for others and those that live for others by living for themselves.
Science is a very deep kind of art, for at the heart of it there are no equations, just the Holy One making the finest tunes.
Until next time,
I will be here.
– M. V. Echa