Bruce Lee Said,Be Like Water. You Pour Water In A Cup, It Becomes The Cup, You Put Water In Avessel It

Bruce Lee said, “Be like water. You pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water in a vessel it becomes the vessel...”

It’s a bit different for me, I’m the gardener and the water both. The gardener doesn’t know where he is watering and the water doesn’t know what it is becoming...

Inferno

"When my body craved your embrace,                                                             When my mind recalled your grace,                                                                       When my heart, revoked its craze,                                                                         And when my soul was set ablaze.

You did not know,                                                                                                how my my heart did blow,                                                                                how my soul did glow,                                                                                            when i realized that you're this cold persons inferno." - ||=||

I’m an old soul...

Oh, boy. I’m an old man stuck in a teenage child. I’d rather spend the evening lazily with a drink and an intoxicating sunset. I’d rather read the whole day on an armchair and rant about my back paining. I’d look forward to each day as though they’re precious moments of life with the wisdom amassed over the years. I want to rest and have a good sleep with no worries about what I have to accomplish tomorrow for I have had my share of life and am reaping its benefits. I want to play with my grandchildren and tell them stories that I made up while day-dreaming. I want to have a beautiful wife, who has an angel for a soul and a beauty I’d admire and express my gratitude to, forever. I would want to write her small cards and letters and leave them in places where she would find them, make her a lovely painting or two with unprofessional strokes here and there that simply add on to the beauty. Place a morning and a nights kiss on her lips everyday as a small gesture of the insurmountable, pure love I have.

But if we don’t acknowledge pain, how can we possibly, truly acknowledge peace and happiness?

Demons and angels, yours and mine...

“Let your demons linger with mine, Let them share the tragedies we've been through all this time.

Let our angels intertwine, As they create a nerve so sublime.

The nerve that connects our souls, The unwanted pieces it devours.

And once we are truly complete, our demons and angels would dance to the parallel heart-beat.”

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What blows my mind is the fact that the air we are breathing could have been someone’s fart, cough, or burp and it really fucks me up!!!!!!!!!