Dear Honey,Life begins with a story. Your story. In which you are the achiever. You, the mystery heroine. You catch the culprits. You cultivate self-strength against sin. You succeed. You are the win. Real win.You encounter traffic. You speed up life. You fall on a rigid surface. Your rise is a surprise. You encounter villains. You protect yourself. No one other can do all you did for yourself. Then how should self be neglected? And why? On what throne sits that king who says let self-sacrifice be a role, not the goal of your life?At least, you have a family of you alone. You have a group in which you alone, from your end, enrol. Wake-up call for the world: Love self-more. Love self-more. But rightly you love, not the more, but love the self-more. Not the heightened want of money, but with self-playing the right role.Today you are diseased. Won’t you care for self? Won’t you serve self-safety from death that too is not far from disease? Come build up self. You safe self-more. For
Dear Honey,The adventure in life is my life alone. We do not suffice. Life’s goal? Who says victory is of those who progress quick? Each one who continues to live will be victorious too. With time, the goal will be with you. Do not quit life thinking of heaven above or hell below. It’s to construct your planet you were gifted life’s role. Continue to live, so continue to love yourself.Do not listen to words that religion has on offer. Many deaths, so many reasons to blame. This religion holds disharmony as its base, dividing humans by power shown. They don’t construct the human race; they divide its every phase. Do not give way to religion in your life’s play. You work for life, you work in life, but never play with life. Risk be a foreign place in you alive.Now, go build strong. Every passing hour, you make a solid foundation. You enrich sound. We need calibre, not the burial of any human or man. We need wisdom. Do not build weak; build strong. I know it hurts the ant when you step
Dear Honey,A prayer to you!Mastery over trending is selecting another’s mind to build over self-brain. You choose your own topic, then excel as a load. Fostering parents love their child too, but the own child of married, he loves him new each day. Your brain-child—I talk of it to you. When you think in-depth and make a new suggestion in topics old or new, that’s the magic of dew. Drops don’t fall; they decorate too.Happiness, happiness, has never met you as new. Let it explore the inner you and decide to stay back with you, for you. I know the joy of singlehood. How can I then be happy as two? If you explore the inner you, you find that peace that no violence on your way can ever stand, as if it never even stood.Explore self beyond measure. Discover the self each day as new, just like dew. The joy of resemblance is less than the peace of being you. You create you, you decide on you. That’s the you, just you. Who can enable the things? Who can grow the crops on fields? No one else
Dear Honey,When money appears as less?Alter the trend, dear. Alter. Do not make sufficient even the whole. You work for more. You work for more. Happiness climbs stairs, enjoyment enrolls, but through the work you do may creep in the whole. Ask for more, dear. Ask for more. Let self-excel in life’s role, life’s joyous role.For happiness is in achieving the goal, not rest yielding you fair. What yields you fair is top performance of your role, entirely goal-oriented life, not looking for fake in fold. I know whole is little; life needs more. You work for more, more to be little. I do not say silence the quest. I do not say stay satisfied. I do not say follow the trend. But I do say, fight for life. Continue to survive. Fight for life, more and more.Happiness climbs stairs; enjoyment is not little. When you work like insane, there is joy in winning. Victory shines to reveal. You say happiness melts. Happiness remains when rightly met at the right route. In search of right flow, you g
Dear Honey,Good morning! Fresh morning!Here’s a long letter - Just For You! :)Part IYour queries, questions that arise, are the valid areas to rise, to climb. Your acknowledgments decide your friends, right for you. Have the queries safe. Do not self-discourage. The queries and questions, if with answers or without, will decide the future.This earth will stand out. Answers are simple. The question be yours. The discussion on you is through the questions that stand or ever stood. Queries don’t climb ladders; they shout up straight, even better than answers do.Your queries—may they safely dwell in you as you rise, not by questions of others which you answer. You rise up real when you explore high, your own mind’s questions. So let queries dwell safe in you. No query is fake till fake are you. Then how can you be fake? You stand as real as you.Division, distribution, arrangement—nothing is needed. Every query is supreme in you. You answer it yourself if the world doesn’t have an an
Dear Honey,Here's is another letter from me, which I find you reading several times each day. Thank you for valuing my words.Happiness, happiness melts the eyes with joys. The climb is high, high and infinite. Your relation with self needs to be corrected too. You cannot take self for granted. You need love too.Your relation with self needs correction too. You cannot bury self to be great in hue. You need to address self needs and establish purpose for self. If you will follow the other, how will you self-express?Peace, pertinent pain—how will you heal? You rise high monetarily and leave the self back. Do not do this. Dare not put self in extreme misfit.When did you last attempt to understand the self? Your relation with self matters. How much? Don’t you even understand?You smile your way through day, remain busy in work and play. How much do you sit with you and ask self what needs, what plans it has for you? A disturbed relation with self is the worst reason that upsets and ta
Dear Honey,You can be well, if you want to be well.I know you will recite this throughout the days and weeks.Here's your current letter:Mercy, mercy. The stars shine with confidence, not in stored mercy. There be revision in what you need, what you aim at to achieve. Mercy is cheap; you build self through repute. For repute, do not beg but yield. There is no mercy in store for thee. Create self, a power living being. Not by weapons alone can you win.Mercy, mercy. For the skies do not speak. Whom do you talk to, then? Whom do you repeat? Your health is the weapon you will use on self to yield. So, get up early to pray to self. Mercy, mercy. Why do you repeat? Mercy doesn’t yield happiness any. Disputes, disorganized living, deterrents, defects, and disease all need revision in the way you live, you eat, you think.You cannot beg the skies; skies do not speak. Who speaks? It is inside of you, your own instinct. Listen to it and then excel. Excellence is virtue; virtue is believed. M
Dear Honey,Majestic, magnificent, miracle supreme. Sound invention. Who you are is what is created before your consciousness or after.You believe yourself. You build on self. You toil on heart. You reap great fruits as thoughts. You build on self. You need not be the fair one most. You can be what needs teach you.On the floor, you too need meals, security, sacredness. You cannot be expelled from the universe. Now you are a part of existence. You cannot be discarded, thrown, or lowered to extreme.Do not accept what religion has to speak. You build on self before begging the Lord for your dreams or your needs. It never happened when you, in school, failed despite your belief in Him. It will happen again if you depend for your health on divinity and do nothing to reveal strength within.You can be culture. You can be cause. But you shouldn’t creep. Ask for life. Do not stroll. Ask for peculiarity of justice. When the world lives, why should you not? Why do your cancer pains within th
Dear 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