I wanted to make a list of all the things That made me feel warm and content.
This list sounds like poetry to me, And that too fills me with warmth.
The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice.
I would sooner spend that money on things that feel good right now because my brain, and by extension myself, will do whatever it takes to avoid the reminder of that past
A drop of justice in an ocean of injustice
The vibrant sense of peace in the square made one think of children making sandcastles; they built as they seemed and dreamed as they built, until the dreaming and building became one single act.
Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Such striving may seem admirable, but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples and pears. Show them how to cry when pets and people die. Show them the infinite pleasure in the touch of a hand. And make the ordinary come alive for them. The extraordinary will take care of itself.
Change is difficult, As we are mired by our burdens. Holding on to a permanence and comfort, In a world that does not care.
We don't need much to simply be; Food, shelter, warmth, touch, And things that could move our hearts. Yet these days they are all replaceable / consumable.
Except, for a few treasured keepsakes. That anchor us to our moments of connection. Though even they fade— As we too are consumables.
If you ignore the science when you build a bridge, the bridge falls down. If you ignore the science when you build a plane, the plane crashes.
Nothing is as good as it seems, and nothing is as bad as it seems. Somewhere in between lies reality.
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.