A Wild Thing Doesn’t Feel Sorry For Itself

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.” So, why should humans, the lesser known ‘wild things ever muster up the audacious entitlement to ever feel sorry for ourselves?

The beach was my 2021 refuge

I find that poetry is in motion whenever I go to the beach. I see my struggles represented in the manner nature shows herself to me. The high tides and low tides represent moments of turmoil and moments of serenity. The waves and the still waters represent the roller coaster-topsy turvy moments of my life. The view on the horizon represents the hope of a brighter tomorrow.

Love Letter #81 | Put them Under Curfew

How you may or may not adhere to the rules of an 8:00 pm to 5:00 am (the following day) nation-wide curfew, is an indication of how you’d operate for the proverbial curfews in your life or in the lives of those whose lives you impact.

Love Letter #75| I Almost Pooped My Pants

Life comes at you fast. You have to be flexible enough to find solutions to emerging problems. Just like clenched cheeks and squeezed big toes, you must be able to contract and relax accordingly. Relaxing in grave situations might not be the wisest decision and contracting at the right time can offer the ultimate relief. Strike that balance.

Love Letter #69 | Hit the Snooze Button

The same way you set time for particular things in your calendar – same way you should set time for certain people. Do not give them complete access to you. Do not give them all of your time.

The Night Baker | Altering the Recipe

As the flawed beings that we are, we sometimes forget to work towards achieving balance. We get sidetracked with achieving so much that we focus all our energy on the end product and not the individual aspects that add up (the ingredients).
Yes, we want the A-plus product but the ingredients have to be just right.