When I loved her, I didn't understand what true love was. When I lost her, I had time for her. I was emptied just when I was full of love. Speechless! Life took her to death while I explored the outside world within. Sad trauma of losing her. I am going to miss her in a perfectly impossible world for us. I also note my fight with death as a cause of extreme departure in life. Enjoy!
View MoreDear Honey,Good morning!I know you learn my texts, and recite many times when alone...Here's it...With the onset of day, the joys reframe. What if you get up late? The extremes of pain silent away with the joys that reframe. There is the beginning of a new day, but what if you get up too late?Enjoy the joy of the beginning of the day. You sleep early today again, with the climbing stars at night. Gather praise with hard work. Yourself you frame. Genuinely be your efforts, above just the money you are paid. Your sincerity, in the long run, pays more than you are today paid.With the beginning of the day, joys climb high again, for not to be seen this day again. But before the night, get tired the right way. A rush for money, a ruin of ants. What do you get by portraying what you don’t have? Care for the blessings you received. You be great. You be at ease.Monotonous thoughts don’t trouble you again. With the beginning of the day, I am for praise. You be for praise. Gone are the da
Dear Honey,Great morning ahead...The general resemblance of pain in a wound is weakness. Insanity to be sympathized. You aren’t weak if you stay fit. So is it not the same to win by crush of your strength.The objective of life should be above victory, close to perfection. May this earth succeed, may this earth exceed. Silence breaks by sound. Sound need not be too loud, but if you do break, where is peace in mind?You nurture life. You enrich your sight. Happiness travels weak. There is fall, there is repeat. But you cannot allow its absence to defeat you. You are the creed, the need in destitute. You are resembling progress.Your mind should excel in everything you attempt to think. Realize self as living being. It is precious what a life can think. Always more precious than gold is what you do not wear, but inside of you, you hold. Resemble life, rebegin as alive.You are not trusted. You are not on hold. You are free, like dogs, to bark, to be silent and safe, to sing like cats.
Dear Honey,Good morning!So the storm then stops after a voluntary effort of the thoughts. The storm thus stops. There is peace. There is peace. But at the end of the storm, not the imagined peace but the real one, serving real ease.I know the alternative to death is only life. I believe in how painful it is to die when you have really lived. Live life again. Live it. Do not destabilize what’s life your way. Departing is an extreme step anyway.Come establish peace. Create joys in streams. Create joys through streams. Life is rich. Life itself is rich. No other riches excel it. Care for your life more. Create this day in the right flow. Amen. Amen to you.Many enfolds, many enfolds, many do enable the joys. You be speechless in times that hold peace within. Helps fight the world more, and then you excel real when the exterior is under your own control. Peace within helps achieve an exterior goal.But do not limit yourself to that inner peace. Life has with it a huger role. A greater
Dear Honey,WHy life is static for you when its dynamic in reality?Here's some thougths...Multitudes of thoughts, practice of thinking art, accompany self with loaf, aiming but for a lot. You need to govern self. Set self free. Let the self dance. Let the self feel.Dancing doubts do not exercise. You envision solitude dream. You set self free for this hour. In this thought, let self dance. Let self feel. You sing to the tune of your heart. For a moment, feel no heat. You set self free from any pursuit, from any hurt.Set self free from bondages the world imposed on thee. You set self free from the dust to the height of the tree. You do not feel hurt. For a moment, be with thee. You be alert. On grounds of destiny, you aren’t free. You acknowledge wisdom. You be great. You be free.Imagine self succeeding in every pursuit one sees. You set self free. Enable self to dance, free to feel the wind, the stay of good time, the joy that holds you sound. Set self free from all pains, all st
Dear Honey,A note for you...Do not beg your Lord. Cultivate on the land the better you so that you can be you. You be you, furnishing yourself where you stand, where you aim to be stood. Answer you by the potential you. Love you, care for you so that longer at land, the earth can enjoy the presence of you.Dare not dispute the you. Dare not counter you. You be you. You be you. Always you, the better you. Each day new, just like new dew. May you be new too, each morning for you, each day for you. Amen.Growth, development, heroism, all for you, all with you. May you win you, the silent you, the significant you. Amen. Come join in with you and build up the you just for you. Justice be with you. Amen.Create the you, cultivate the you on the floor of the land. May you be you. Amen. Floor to floor, a different role. Life enrolls, reveals as it holds. Mercy the king who exercises no role. To furnish self with ease is the biggest cause for disease.May you uphold, enfold. Untold is the sto
Dear Honey,I know you read it real!So I write real for you...The values decline with reasons, shrinking at the base. You don’t invent logic, therefore you fail. Without reason, planning is never an achievement ever again.I know the tragedy of want of reason. You did not exercise your day enough today. Each day, come count tragedies without reasons and reasons without you. Each rising day has its own logic behind the shade, despite sharp sun rays.You cannot walk on tragedy. You cannot without repair remain. Reason creates purpose, and purpose is the joy of any place. I know the waste of time. I know the unjust leading to decline. I know the pain. How deep wounds grow is also known to me and you.But you do not realize the life without rise is still in impair. Rise up, life. Rise up again. There are virtues, there are places you need to entertain. Life on. Life creates joys. Climb on. Look for the positive; the negative will automatically fade away.Life needs reason. To build by an
Dear Honey,Good morning!Best of all the rest be with you each day... do not be upset!There is panic. There is pain. Then sorrows driving the mind insane.Insufficiency. Thoughts on inefficiency. World turmoil, enough to drive pain. Unseen, unknown, many to eyes are in pain. Are in tombs. Couldn’t repair, couldn’t just repair. Whom to blame?The sky doesn’t listen. Life is frail. No ear has the objective to work for repair. Whom to blame? Unseen gods, a multitude of them, do not hear the current human state. So, are we responsible? What’s life then? What’s fake?Hurt deeply, but caged. Bedridden people. Development of advanced planes. Impaired legs, weight, and bicycles to lift you up again. Cars like things progressing insane. We are witnessing what? Divine play, or is it a human-made game?Each one in weep, each one with disturbed sleep. How have we reached this stage of pain? Pain yet again. Mostly the world shouts. Screaming are its ways. We are made to look down when nothing wro
Dear Honey,Good morning...From me to you...What if we fail?If the real joy is in success alone, then we regret more. But what difference does a failure make if it's "just" sports? Fighting for life, fighting in life, is more important. Else, what difference does a failure make?Tell me, what were you exactly told when prepared for just sports? There is no real victory in sports. It's an illusion that drives you insane. You lose, even if you are declared victorious in sports.But life isn’t sport. Life isn’t for risks. Life is for your flood of ideas, where each is important. It is for your duties, responsibilities, and roles. What joy is sports above the pain that you face in response to being a winner again and again? Human flesh is put to waste; they even die. What a disrepute to the nation! What is it teaching its own people?A nation is not great by great sportsmen in any way, but by scientists who work hard all day to change the whole place. What parents teach is not money, no
Dear Honey,Good morning!This letter is all for you:Let there be curtains? Why? Let the facts be hidden? Why? Let there be a custom of decoration of truth.Truth speaks logic. Logic should be better understood than belief. The desire to be within is nothing more supreme. I know the attributes of pain in truth, but I still talk of logic.Illogic can one day cause the world to go insane. The same old way of worship without reason is not developing. But any day, this system can fail you, me, and the world again.Again, there can be violence within peace, with outside extreme violence? Is this the belief or a possibility? The system breaks. The old system, in the new world, is about to break.People are going to be free to choose God or divinity. You cannot force a belief just because she is your child. She is not weak in front of thee.Remember, logic supports the will. To practice leads to progress in many streams. It enables possibilities. You cannot just be thirsty for followers as a
No, not a rat! I hate rats! I was a frog in my lab. A stuffy, puffy toy! I could not understand both love and life. I was as if a cow in a decline. I loved her more, but I hated wasting time on her. She was my bit at my lab. My wife has been my assistant all my life. She was speechless in my busy schedule. Her name was Amy, but she was more present in my heart than on any outside floor. I adored her more than the time I had to utter this. I was simply a frog in my lab who lived and slept there.To be obvious, I would require some facts. Now, where had I kept my facts? Somewhere far from my shoes. My points were on a paper I took the printout of in a half-sleeping position. But raised enough to fall straight and sharp on the floor to be deep in sleep there. Ha!Let me organise myself a bit before I introduce myself. Yes! Now I am ready. The facts say I have done PhD with a gold medal, and I have worked in this broken lab for the past 25 years of my settled life otherwise. Facts also pro...
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