Meanwhile, flowers still bloom. The moon rises, and the sun. Babies smile and somewhere, Against all the odds, Two people are falling in love.
Strangers share cigarettes and jokes. Light plays on the surface of water. Grace occurs on unlikely streets And we hold each other fast| Against entropy, the fires and the flood.
Life leans towards living And, while death claims all things at the end, There were such precious times between, In which everything was radiant And we loved, again, this world.
Practicing my sketching. “Knowing how to be solitary is central to the act of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”
This took a long, long time compared to all the other dishes I’ve made so far. But I love love love ratatouille and this was no exception. It was absolutely delicious.
Practicing my sketching. “If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.” and “don’t treat people are bad as they are, treat them as good as you are.”
Practicing my sketching. “You become unstoppable when you work on things people cannot take away from you. Things like your mindset, character and personality.”
Practicing my sketching. “It is normal to lose your way sometimes. Life is tough. Know that you can always return back to yourself. The door is always open for you to return home.”
