You never know it's direction by it's moves
For the movement doesn't predict it's direction nor destination
Each day is a mystery that unfolds every second
And man is caught in the grips of uncertainty
What is life if one can predict the next moment!
It's beauty is in it's creativity and suspense
Full of love and hatred
Beautified by momentary successes
I pondered on it's essence and I realized it's vain to live and not explore the beauty thereof
It's vain to pass on without a memory in the lives of people you cared about
It's vain to hate everyone, for hatred brings separation and lack of fulfillment
Love safe us the troubles
Life is not complicated as it appears
It's too short to waste it doing everything but nothing
It's for a purpose and most times just one purpose is enough
Many did one thing and only that gave them the name to remember
I'll tell my children to each choose their area of fulfillment on time
For their father spent years doing everything and ended up doing nothing
And when I got to this point, I knew it was all vanity
Most things never worth trying, not even to give a thought
Everyone were not meant to be our friends
Some people were meant to accomplish a single project and to be discarded thereafter
But we wanted to be nice by holding on and at the end we realized how we allow them hurt us and delayed our journey
People can't be modeled by our kindness, no matter what we do, those not for us are not for us
We were not meant to stick to some of our families forever
Some of us were put there just to be raised by them before we depart
Most times we are slaves to emotions, even when the handwriting is clear on the wall
Whoever is a slave to his emotions is a slave indeed
