With so many optional ways to maintain a semblance of sanity, why are there so many around us derelict in such maintenance.
Many would argue that retiring or living in one’s past is to invite little future.
We often forget that many hungers can be satisfied by a spectrum of sensorial gratification. The rewarding part is that our senses are always available.
Shadows play many roles in life, casting themselves on playful as well as tragic stages.
Is the heart really immortal, even for immortals, Or is it a fragile thing in every circumstance, in anyone.
