18.11.21

What we do with our time is the most important choice to make. 

8.10.19

The Road, The Riddle

The Road, The Riddle
I have the mist of the dawn in my mind
The things I see are few
With my fingers,
Through the darkness
I feel my long way through
No clue about the route
But the lighthouse
which my conscience follows
It's a welcoming sun,
a forever-telling sign
I keep from the world my clumsiness
Well hidden, just like me
With that secret,
My mask created,
I came exactly to be
What others want to see
But the moonlight
which pierces through my facade
It paints my gracelessness
To the world, it’s my worst
I listen to the wind - the blues,
The orders, the pain
With the mist aloud,
That thundercloud
The brightness and the rain
the noises blind and maim
But the mystery journey
is never beneath me
I pick myself up
This wandering man
Must wander once again 

17.7.19

12.12.17

New, new, new... (n=18) year

It's not always hazy in my mind this time of the year - but that is only because we have always been served with the conditions that allowed for three- to five-year plans (secondary, college, university, anybody?)

I've finished my first year as a business journalist.

"Hey, it feels like graduation again!"

I wonder how many years Neil Gaiman stayed in the field. Based on his not-too-recent writing, it is no longer a career he's impressed with, and good reasons.

Robert Kiyosaki took 14 years (or less) before he published his first book.

I wonder what knowledge, information, or message I have to offer with my selection of words.

It's hazy now -- I am trying to plan my three- to five-year plan without the usual serving of conditions that allowed -- forced -- it to happen.

God. Blood. Music. Skate. and Writing.

Religion. Family. Media. Fitness. and Stories.

At least those have not changed.

Wait. They did. But at least I still recognise them.

22.2.17

Use me holly


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