The 15th Post

I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.

I define comfort as self-acceptance. When we finally learn that self-care begins and ends with ourselves, we no longer demand sustenance and happiness from others.

Only the hand that erases can write the real thing. Only the ones who had lied can tell the difference between truth and lies.

September tries its best to have us forget summer. The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.

Before you do anything, think. If you do something to try and impress someone, to be loved, accepted or even to get someone's attention, stop and think. So many people are busy trying to create an image, they die in the process. No matter how old you are, there's always something good to look forward to.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

You cannot be friends upon any other terms than upon the terms of equality.
It's much easier to turn a friendship into love, than love into friendship.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.
There is nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.

It's what each of us sows, and how, that gives to us character and prestige. Seeds of kindness, goodwill, and human understanding, planted in fertile soil, spring up into deathless friendships, big deeds of worth, and a memory that will not soon fade. . . .

Each day. Each moment. Each second. Each hour. The feeling of being so alone, makes the world feel big. Isn't it ironic?

People crave for love each day. There are those who seek it, and those who wait for nature to take it's due course. However, can they be certain love brings them happiness? Loving families, siblings, friends, relationships, do they make a difference? What would one do, when one day, they found out that it wasn't what they have been searching for? In the end, a world devoid of any feelings serves the best for progress. No longer will we be hindered by the desire and burden of love. What do we want actually?

-End- (O'.')=O