Reflections...

It’s rush-hour, every hour, in her head:  Always lost in the past, or worried for the future. The gift of the Present becoming rapidly estranged. Veira believes her life was full of one-ways: All detours and backroads led to quarrelsome chaos.. Her head was stuck in first gear, afraid of stalling, With monotonous tracks on repeat played as background noise. Veira’s heart was the occasional drably-dressed hitchhiker: She was never sure when to open her door to it, Since she was many a time disillusioned by its disloyalty. For Veira, words were many and sense was sparse. Like a twisted treeline of incomplete motorways, All leading to one destination: hodgepodge porridge. She never found herself, except out of gas in the fast lane, And she never quite understood why. At standstill moments, Veira’s head drifted to a place: A farfetched longwinded road which she believed to be fulfilment. Alas, many a time she allowed the mist and fog to fool he...

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. It's true. Everyday, when I wake up, I say, "This is the First Day of the Rest of My Life." I am fully aware that Yesterday was a memory (for which I am eternally grateful regardless of what transpired) and Today is a gift. Is the song coming into your head now? " My best friend gave me the best advice... he said each day's a gift and not a given right ." If your Consciousness was high enough, you would realise that the future is not guaranteed. Plans are only thoughts and intentions. But what about now? What about today? A very close friend of mine achieved this level of Consciousness about 3 months ago and last weekend, his life on this planet ended. Did he achieve everything he wanted to achieve? Is he grateful for what he experienced in his lifetime? Whilst the answer to the first question may be in the negative, I have little doubt the last question can only be answered in the affirmative. I...