on food. and life. and other things.

I was taught by my parents to always finish my food whenever i put something on my plate. especially when you paid for it. it’s probably the reason why i’m fat. thing is though, it’s a very important lesson in life. you never put too much on your plate, you never put too little on it to. make sure whatever’s in it, you eat every little bit, savor every flavor. we can never have too much in our lives, but if we learn to satisfy ourselves with what we have and what we can have, then we learn to be happy. never ever start on something you can’t finish. there i said it. 

Shadow

Her face, as calm as the sea at twilight.
With eyes that are singing with joy, with utmost pleasure.

Her smile was serene, free of any worries. As the wind blew upon her lovely face, so as my entire being; blown away.

In the middle of the busy streets and city lights, her presence alone made the world silent— my world.

She is happy. She is satisfied.

My heart skipped a beat; reminding me that amongst her reasons to be, like a shadow on sunset, i’m forever tied to her soul, but not inside her heart.

annieleethecatlady

The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One’s
Car wouldn’t start.

One couldn’t
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,

This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment

gracedisgrace
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.
Osho  (via arristide)