Love is our bliss, a scent of the warmth and welcome of eternity captured in a look or a glance. Love is seeing the other as the perfection they are and knowing that all the world was made for them, and that every colour would lose its brightness without them.
Why did the Comb-Over ever go out of Fashion?
Looking in the mirror no longer shows me an image of how I think I look. Now it asks me questions about the future and reminds me that I am no longer the fairest in the land. My young maths students crack the odd joke about me developing bald spot and I find myself envying their youth and stupidity.
An Encounter with Life
Earlier today I looked into a mirror, not a real mirror but a person who was to me, for the briefest of moments, a metaphorical mirror, and in whom I at once saw all the life that was me and all the life that was him.
One Year of Project Happiness
According to research about fifty percent of our general levels of happiness are genetically predetermined. This part would be our natural brain chemistry, and it has a significant say in whether we are happy or sad people. No more than ten percent of our happiness is created by our extrinsic achievements; career, wealth, ambition and … Continue reading One Year of Project Happiness
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