Youthfuness vs Old Age.

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Youthful period is not an entire time of life, but rather  a state of mind. Today I see youths whose perspectives are about muscle building, ripening hot chicks off for their desire, wearing the latest clothes of brand names, chasing the new gadgets as a means of upgrading life, wearing red lipstick with heavy make-ups, demanding a higher paycheck with less work and intelligence and so forth. And as I sit down and reflect, these questions rushed to my mind; why are the youth today not taking time to think clearly? Because thinking is the source of will-power; why are the youth not taking time to read? Because reading is the foundation of wisdom; why are they not reflecting on the quality of imagination? For I call this period, The freshness of the deep spring of life. Youth age is one of the stages of life that comes with a temperament, predominates of courage over intimidation, a redemption of a higher value of love over hate and racism,  a journey of adventures to discover designs, dreams and make use of your divine gift for a lifetime. Now, I call that a dream of reality! FB_IMG_1512096355111.jpg

As days and nights pass by, days to weeks, weeks to months and months to years, people grow old only by deserting their ideas, years may wrinkle the skin, but never give up an interest of living and contributing to the human growth of development. Could the old age be a dream of reality, or of a dream of sleep? The old age is a period of deep thoughts of the past achievements (fulfilments and failures) a stage of realization of the price of success and understanding of true love in deeper senses, and experiences of hope over fear. It is a stage of supporting, preparing and guiding the next future generation; sense of fulfilment and contribution of the world and mostly a reflection of an entire life. Whatever your years of living, beneath every beating hearts, there is a question mark of the love of wonder of the main purpose of life and death as we all shall go through various phases.FB_IMG_1525968252180.jpg

We should never stop dreaming of the true meaning of reality and neither should we stop demanding of getting enough sleep for as long as the soul is interconnected within the body, so we say you are as young as your Faith, as old as your doubts, as young as your confident, but as old as your fear. The willingness to keep up with reality comes from the sincerity of the heart, the gratitude of the past and the present, the love of humanity, the ambition of improving and developing the sense of acceptance of life as it was lived is very important over the lifespan.

 

 

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THE LOVE LETTER.

The ‘Sweet’ Love Letter from  a Prince… 

I don’t know how many sweet words I have conjured into your mind, but tell me, do you remember them all?

Regardless of what you do everyday, do all the words remain intact within your mind?

Do they please you when you are unpleased?

And do they intrigue you when you are unreleased?

I don’t know how many words I have conspired within a given line, but tell me, have you learned them all?

Regardless of what is written, do all the words rhyme within the given line?

Do they inform you when you are uninformed, and do they excite you when you are forlorned?

I don’t know how many words I have said that I can say is mine, but tell me, have you heard them all?

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Needless of all that have been said, do all the words I bestow upon you signal some sort of sign?

Do they merry you when you are sad?

And do they lecture you when you feel bad?

I don’t know about others but I think we are just fine, but tell me, have you told them all?

Heedless of what we do, do you know that I am happy just because you are my Val?

Does it delight you that I belong to only you?

And does it move you that my love for you is forever true?

My mind drifts toward those thoughts of you a thousand times a day. 

You’re always there within my heart; you always know the way,

A constant craving deep inside of me. 

I need you…oh…so much

To look into those brooding eyes

To feel your gentle touch.

It’s the mere sound of your voice that makes my spirit soar.

It reaches far into my soul, down to the very core.

You haunt my dreams through every night

A vision so intense,

An apparition so sublime, no possible defense.

You are the love of my whole life; such joy I can’t recall. 

You are, and always will remain my everything…..My All.

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PEACE! Continue reading “THE LOVE LETTER.”