A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
A seemingly endless slew of consistent work, obligations, social events, tasteless friendship drama, relationships, health and fitness, career goals, et cetera, et cetera.
Unquestionably too much on a plate; whence tranquility — is but a matter of certain improbability.
Meanwhile, the body disappears, spirit drains, shrinks — so does the time.
So, please, turn that monkey off.
Breathe long breaths while you can.
Live to exist.
Observe to control.
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The world already knows so much and maybe enough that my words be it in written or in sounds are but a nascent drop in the ocean. Meaningful and meaningless relatively.
More or so and most often they will always weigh the less of what I’d ever know about the world we live in. For, like every other human on the earth, and like yourself, I am too a traveler here with limited life expectancy, where time is both our true friend as well as the worst enemy.
And in between, there will always be so much, and so many things to learn and to be corrected at too.
Which is why, I rather not dive into teaching the universe anything at all but give and give — take a little in return and live free and be humble at my unique, true, fleeting, flickering, feeble, fascinating, fantastic existence.
Comments closedYou can pick any quotes and philosophy anecdotes here and there and believe you know life and its aisle.
But wait…
Comments closedhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuTz-ocpFV0
Floyd Mayweather Vs Conor McGregor
It was as promised.
Blood. Sweat and Tears.
Comments closedDo not waste a breath, my friend, don’t sweat over judgments.
It is inevitable as the delicious wind; happy, disguised, they’ll certainly come to your doorstep.
Might as well knock over, knock you down along side your self-confidence, self-esteem, self-anything, and everything.
But love yourself the mountains over them … my best friend.
Love yourself infinitely over, selfishly be, over these mighty plastic blues.
As Reinhold best put it,”Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
Comments closedIt is gross — mosts just ?uck around.
You’re sexy because you don’t fake around.
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I want to do the right things.
Bring smiles and happiness in the lives of people.
Enable people to reach, to realize their true potential.
I want to help you, grow as I grow, read beautiful books that’d strum the corners of my heart into beautiful beats.
Fall in love like it is for the first time and the only time I am flying off of this ground.
Listen to wonderful souls and all the great songs, and enjoy my coffee and feel life like… every drop of the rain.
Yes, I may not be the best when it comes to tidying up words but I want to write more anyway….
Comments closedPart of me says,”Why do you write so much about yourself? Why put yourself out there … naked in the public? It is scary here!”
A small part of me then screams,”Do what you love, past the fear of judgments. Good people will always have positive, constructive feedbacks. Besides, in the end, everything will be just fine.”
Besides,”The whole is more than the sum of its parts – Aristotle”
Comments closedMy life is more than just me.
But genuinely it’s less about me.
I take nothing from here. I leave.
But, sure, my life is more from the heart.
More to me, like as much as a piece of bread for a hungry stomach;
as much as a roof over the head and an endless love for the ones unfavoured and cheated by fate.
That’s not all.
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