LIFE'S TIME.....

Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can't buy more time. Scientists can't invent new minutes. And you can't save time to spend on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow. Success depends upon using it wisely - by planning and setting priorities. Time is worth more than money, and by killing time, we are killing our own chances of success of experiencing what life truly is.

Sometimes, an opportunity only knocks at the door once, and if you don't answer it at that particular moment, then you'll never get another chance. Life is tough, and most of the time we spend our days wondering why things go the way they do. After thinking for awhile I'm finally realizing that maybe thinking about this so much, is wasting the time in which we could be going out and making the days go better.

We're wasting the time we have here on Earth. By attempting to figure out why life goes the way it does, we lose time when we could be having fun, and living our lives to the fullest. We are only here for a short amount of time. An average of 70-100 years seems long, but it goes faster then we realize. It's so incredibly important to live every day to it's fullest potential.

When you're 87 years old and laying on your death bed, do you want to look back and think of things that you wished you had done? I don't know about you but I want to look back and remember all the times when I let myself go, and had fun. I want to remember the times when I actually let myself be open to try new things, and open the door to wonderful opportunities. Life is only wonderful if you leave yourself open to be part of it. Think about it.

HOPE CONTINUES....

I cannot and I will not lie down and kneel before my life. I cannot and I will not let destiny that life has dealt me be the only destiny worth living for. I am I, you are you, we are distinct and we are individuals. I will carve my own destiny and I will dream my own dreams. I will walk bare footed through the warm golden sand, sleep naked under the stars and listen to the sea as it lashes against the rocks of hypocrisy.

I will let the wind play with my hair and be at one with nature. This is my island and it is called hope. As long as I am alive I have hope there is a chance, there is a dream to be fulfilled and a life worth living. I aspire not for wealth, for success, to conquer lands or the minds of men but seek refugee in conquering myself. I seek refugee in the hope of touching the stars in the blackness of the night. I ask for the courage to confront my greatest enemy, myself.

I ask for the courage to help me to realise the potential that burns within my soul. As I walk along my island of hope, alone, with merely my thoughts and the sound of my beating heart who have I become and what am I to become?

As the sun sets on the horizon, there is calm all around me. The day nears to an end and slowly the sky goes black. Through the darkness appear the glittering eyes of the world and they gaze down at me, the moon smiles at me yet I am I. An eagle flies above me with its wings of hope spread wide into the vastness and emptiness of the ocean in front of me. I am finally at peace with my soul.

My island, which I have strove to seek all my life, is now within my grasp. I have arrived. My island is a place of non-attachment and non-possession. It is a place of calmness where the pains of yesterday are but a distant memory. I have courage within my heart to face my ultimate destiny. As it looks at me, I smile at it. I no longer fear that which I once feared, I no longer yearn for more but am content with what I have gained.

I no longer yearn for a life of the past. I look at the demons within me and I have defeated them and they have not defeated me. I have finally conquered myself. I now embrace my island without regret and walk into my destiny. I have been born, I have lived, I have loved and been loved, I have failed and succeeded, and I have forgiven. There is nothing more for me to do. I have become what I essentially was at birth, myself. I close my eyes and my soul transpires out of my body and takes me to a higher level of existence. I leave the pains of the world and embrace the wonders of what lie in front of me. A teardrop falls from my soul into the ocean, that is how it was created. I cease to exist.

BEHIND THE SMILE.........

Do you ever wonder what people are feeling when they smile? Do they smile because they're happy or do they smile because they want people to believe they're happy? Maybe they smile because they want you to smile and be happy or even waving from one point to another parading themselves like a lunatic. Regardless, a simple smile or a cheerful wave can touch a person's life in ways you can never imagine. It's infectious and can cause a chain reaction. It can be memorable to someone you pass on the street or the mall or driving... and it only takes a split second to smile and forget, yet... to someone that needed it, it can last a lifetime. Maybe we should smile more often.

UNCERTAINTY BREAKS......

We all question our ability at times. Uncertainty plagues us. It is even more intense if the ability we are questioning relates to something we have never tried or not succeeded at in the past.

Set backs are common, but we rarely welcome them. We are inclined to respond negatively to adversity. It may be time to revisit that reflexive response.

I have experienced failing, I have experienced disappointments, I have experienced heart-breaks, I have experienced loneliness as well as emptiness, as Im sure we all have. We all have our own ways to handle these situations. In this I would like to share my innermost conclusion to all this predicaments.

In life, time is always of the essence no matter what we do and how we encounter a particular situation. My previous focul point was that I didnt have time - or I took it for granted, that time rapidly progressed toward the pasture below me, but also because the centrifugal force I was starting to experience would make it impossible to get my hands on the unreachable handles.

With worries and issues at hands, I am constantly confronted with a bothersome question of "which hand!, which hand to let go and which hand to hang on to." The wrong choice could orderly cause my inner reserve to deploy unwillingly into a spinning emotional tantrum, which would result in an incurable entanglement.

Through this a conscious side whispers never to give up when you still have something to give, nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. Don't shut love out of your life by saying it impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give love, the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Don't dismiss your dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope, to be without hope is to be without purpose. Don't be afraid to admit that you are less then perfect. It is a fragile thread that binds each of us to each other. Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been but also where you are going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.

So In all things, always remember to give thanks. You might not be where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be. If it hasn't happened yet, that doesn't mean it won't happen. Remember a delay is not a denial from Allah; at his own time, he will make all things beautiful....

LIFE'S PARADOX.....

Why is it that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers. Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy less. We have more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less sense. We have more knowledge, but less judgment . We have more experts, but fewer solutions, We have more medicines, but less well-being. We have infinite ends, but limited means.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We have added years to life, not life to years. We have been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the neighbour. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space. We have done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the souls. We've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish little. We have learned to rush, but not to wait.

This is life's paradox. What a life if full of care if we have no time to stand and stare.

TEARDROPS FOR TWO.....

In this life, I consider to have two main teardrops. One teardrop is for of a girl who I love and lost and the other, a teardrop of happiness for the girl I now share my life with.

Love is indeed very strange. Love is indeed unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual. You need it but when you love, it's like destining yourself for pain. You become addicted and dependent on the person. You become strong and at the same time, you open yourself up to being hurt. Love can make you bear any kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice. It can also make you feel stupid and act stupidly. Sometimes when you love and end up giving so much of yourself, subconciously you only discover how much you've given when the person you love hurts you or has to say goodbye.

Then you realize, an important part of yourself is already with that person. It goes away when they leave and you are left with a sickening, empty feeling inside.
Tears are bound to shed from your eyes no matter how you force yourself to keep them in. Most teardrops ever shed on this earth have been for love or lack of it. When tears dry, a silent loss sticks to your heart for a long, long time.
Well, that's what you get for caring so much about someone. But how can you regret it? To give yourself freely and lovingly is the most beautiful thing you can do. Loving makes you real. Loving also makes you cry. And that is why a teardrop is also BEAUTIFUL.

TODAY'S SILENCE......

To the Pianist of the night:-

What a different this morning brings...... With open eyes and an open heart I weep for lastnight. Lastnight's artistic event humbled me, a casual gathering where all the hearts present stood silent for a moment.

We entered via the hallway, the ambience was already different then, a different nice feeling.... It was the sound of the piano being keyed, amplified by the low voices of the heart and soul of each individual present-supposedly for our mere entertainment.

We stood there with a glass in our hands and continued to serve our purpose for the night. Much availed and much concluded while the music continues..... The pianist was still, encapsulated only with the rhythm to the music she played - facing her back to us. It was a beautiful piece.

Admiration for her soft touch and composition in notes was heard and seen and felt like a radiant beam glistening which all had acknowledged. Towards the end of the nightingale's music we stood and applaud her. If only she could see - if only she could hear. You see, she was blind and deaf (as we have recently found out that night). Disabled through no fault of her own. So when we think that our life is over - think again.... within the darkness of despair and silences of the night, she has managed to put the music back into her life.

Allah is fair, her commitment in him in these "dark nights of a soul" is when Allah is working in us to give us more understanding of life and compassion for others and in time will bring back the music into our lives too.

We thank you for the music......

LIFE IS LIFE....

Life is life. This is a demonstration of Logic's rule of identity. This is a grammatical error. This is obvious. This is complicated. All the breakdowns and analyzations through the foggy and dense mist of misinformation, by and by every person on our planet who has added their opinion, there is one thing that none have disputed. Life is life. And whether I will spend that time in a cage or in a field is up to me. I stand firm:- I would rather fail at my dreams, than succeed at my nightmares. Life is life, and I'm living it with the integrity I afford myself, like a book every page has two sides: we human beings fill the upper side with our plans, hopes and wishes, but providence writes on the other side, and what it ordains is seldom our goal.....

A SECRET PROMISE KEPT.....

Each soul have a story to tell, a secret to reveal, a lesson to share and promises to keep. When in a relationship, we make promises, promises to always love each other, promise never to leave one another, promise always to be truthful etc. But seldom one keep that oath of a word-PROMISE.....

For a long time now it had seemed to me that life was about to begin-real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. But after awhile it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life, but not the life I wanted..... Through that I broke a promise to the one person it matters the most.

I am however keeping my one secret promise. A promise to be a 'tree' for you, for it provides shelter, to be a 'thread' so that it ties our hearts together and to give you silence for silence in true friend is one that never betrays..... we need not think alike to love alike..... This is my one last promise.....

For all our years together, I say thank you. At the end I found out I not only lived the length of it but I have lived the width of it as well - with you.

A CRY FOR HELP........

My words in life are best explained in a metaphorical manner when words to descride my feelings rejects every possibilties of jotting it down, I therefore share with you this story.....

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, and all of the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't..There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here."

Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name.

When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time", Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me? Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

My ending:- ... If I know what love is, it is because of you ...

THIS MOMENT NOW.......

Many times during the day, I say to myself 'I dont know'..... But when I say this I remember, remember of the past-of what I have done and havent had the chance to do, I remember of what I have lost and cannot regain, I remember of what I have now and yes - alhamdullillah it was all the right regrets.... When all this flashes through my mind I remember, and see the world with fresh eyes, an openess I call - beginner's mind. Now and then I remember - there are new possibilities but then again, what do I know? so what I do, i drum away but march differently.....

I ask myself why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. So let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.....