Monday, 15 December 2014


It's tough trying to keep your feet on the ground, your head above the clouds, your nose to the grindstone, your shoulder to the wheel, your finger on the pulse, your eye on the ball and your ear to the ground.

It's much tougher when that weight takes over your body, when that disease puts you down, when your status is at the guillotine, when you can't embrace that job and can't trust them friends. 

It gets even tougher when you watch your partner walk through the very door both were meant to share, when you can't remember, when you get lonely and cold, when there is no one to call family, depression and poverty is a reality. 

Toughest? Ever watch someone resuscitate or being resuscitated? Ever lost a dear one, who should have been right there next to you? Tell if you know what, AIDS, Dementia, Cancer and Coma? In some cultures you can't mention them.

Let's try not to look too far ahead. All we need is love to help us take one shot at a time, one hole at a time, and that's what we need to keep doing. Just when the caterpillar thought life was over, it became a butterfly.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.