Tuesday, 16 December 2014


Life seems curiously tougher as we grow older. We pray a shoulder to lean on, when the load gets heavier a love to rely on. Our fear is to ride through humiliating wars and emotional tension, hold onto our pride through human laws and hopeless pension, to find no answers to why we are here. Are we seeing the world through the eyes of a child? Please, else we live again and seasons come again.

We come to reason, not to dominate. We do not seek to have our way, but to find a common way. Help us lift up the spirits, we know one day the sun will shine on our merits. Let our spirits fly, let them be free. Do we intend to change the world? Let's be the world, let's be the change and the world will reflect us. We cannot be separated in interest or divided in purpose. We stand together until the end.

How perfect could the world be, no more death? Pain free? No, death or pain makes us mortal and more or less human beings with eternal oblivion our ultimate enemy. Take it easy, with a step at a time and each day will last, help us believe in world.

One day, get rid of the arrogant chip on your shoulder or grab a gun and shoot the sun. Can you do this or groove the way we do? Care, love and lend that free shoulder for the stricken to lean on. You are a long wandering lost soldier, you are here today. Why do you ignorantly see the war pass? Sure, you ain't a coward? What right have you to take the word wealth, which originally meant well being degrade and narrow it by confining it to certain sorts of material objects measured by money. 

Why should it be just a case of wealth and poverty, there must be more to life than suffering. Has black or white not fed us enough atrocities? Why not give more courage than wickedness? Sleep with hope and contagiously, cough despair. There should more to the world than your ambitions, ever thought of living forever or not screaming out in agony at the end. We all do, we always gonna need someone at the end.

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be our symphony.