I see life in a handicap in her wheelchair.

Her eyes look forward knowing that someone is pushing behind.

Her eyes look forward knowing that the wheels still roll.

Her eyes look forward knowing that she can still roll it herself.

I see death in a man sitting on the floor.

His eyes look down.

I see god in a child’s eyes.

He sees all colors as neutral.

He is enthused with black.

He is calm with red.

He laughs with blue.

He smiles with green.

He is excited with yellow.

He giggles with orange.

He is transparent.

And he is not white.

He is not yellow.

He is not green.

He is not black.

He is not red.

He has no colors.

Life of a mango tree is to grow.

Life of a mango tree is to give mango fruits.

The mango tree below any shades will just keep pushing for the sunlight.

The mango tree will dig its root so deep into dry land to reach for water.

The mango tree will grow.

The mango tree will give mango fruits.

Life of a bee is to fly.

Life of a bee is to produce honey.

The bee will fly from one flower to another for syrup.

The bee will fly to a no man land to search for flower.

The bee will fly.

The bee will produce honey.

Our life can be as fruitful as the mango tree.

Our life can be as simple and sweet as the bee.

Or it can be as complicated as a human being.

You wait you see

You step back you see

You give way you see

You stop you see

You progress you don’t see

You step up don’t see

You rush you don’t see

Hope is in every morning when we wake up.

We hope the world will be on our side.

Hope is in every night before we go to sleep. 

We hope tomorrow the sun will shine.

The sun will shine tomorrow.

The sun shines today.

The sun shined yesterday.

Has the sun ever stopped shining?

There might be clouds.

There might be storm.

There might be heavy rain.

Do we know the sun is still shining?

Or do our eyes and hopes stop at the cloud?

We just have to dare enough to wake up.

The sun will not shine in the dream.

Will I staying in the world make a difference?

Will I make the world worse?

With carbon dioxide I breathe out every minute

With a cigarette every hour

With Plastic bag I dispose every morning

With Gasoline I put in my car every day

Will I leaving the world make a difference?

Less one person breathe oxygen

Less smoke from my cigarettes

Less plastic bags I dispose

Less gasoline I use to ride the car

I cannot leave the world now

But can think to do less harm to it?

We clean our home

We decorate our home

We put flowers to lighten up the room

We spray fragrance to breathe more comfortably

Have we thought of doing something for our big home – our earth home?

In a lifetime of a man, he is always on a search, never-ending search. He thinks he will find, but when he arrives, he starts another search again, because what he thought he was looking for is really not what he is looking for. He looks to further satisfy himself.

Is satisfaction the end of the search? Satisfaction is the feeling that one obtains what he wants; what he thinks it is worth the want; what he thinks it will make him important; what he thinks it will make him unique; what he thinks the society will praise; what he thinks fits with his frame of value; and what he thinks it will end his dissatisfaction.

I, as well, am in the same trap for search. I, many times, just keep searching, open the hole, go to the corner, walk a far distance, go anywhere, but I don’t really know what I am looking for. Sometimes it is just like trying to spend all the time I have in, what I believe, a meaningful way. I search, I search, I search, but what I have been finding is just nothing. What I have found so far is rejected by my mind. It is not what I want. In fact, I don’t know what I need. We are trapped in the world of confusion, the wants and the needs. We want so many things in life. But when we have gotten it we know really well that it is not what we need. Some times and many times, we actually know in advance that it was not we need, but we still go there and try to find.

Life is to live.
We live like life is unending.

Life starts when one first breathes. Life ceases when one’s breath stops. The gap in between is the living.

Life starts the same way. Life stops the same way. One lives so differently from one another. All are in search of how to best live.

Life starts with insecurity, being sucked out from the warm secured womb. One cries for the first breath that one can grasp. And one has no choice except to start living.

We all search for happiness in life. We all live not totally happy life. Do we really know what the happiness in life is? We hear of course people talking about happiness.
But does anyone really have true happiness?
How can we get our life to live a bit closer to the moment of happiness?
How can we learn to live with the happy moment longer?
Life is to live.
We live like life is unending.

Life starts when one first breathes. Life ceases when one’s breath stops. The gap in between is the living.