The mellifluous song of 2015 nears its closure, as the dawn breaks off and the dusk sets in. Reflecting, I believe, that it is gloom that should be ephemeral, and glee, perpetual. With each immense storm wave crashing against my boat, I learnt to maintain my equilibrium and row my boat more meticulously. I learnt that life comes in twos- it is an aesthetic journey of ups and downs, of highs and lows; of the haunted nights and all the mess hemmed in, and of the pacific raindrops I drenched in. You are here to get swallowed up; to lay your raw, beating heart naked, hand over the keys and surrender. But remember to have compassion for yourself for I can be kinder to the world only if I am kind to myself. I learnt to polarize my attention on the sweet smell of the rose, rather than counting the thorns. They will prick your soul, but you, young stalwart, have to forgive them and greet them with a smile. I understand that people are good at heart, and that in spite of everything, Life
Consciously read the words I write, for these are the words I fail to say.