When peace eludes one and he is in despair, there is always a reassuring voice from within. It beats my imagination when people loose out in life simply because they think the world has fallen on them. Beloved, there is always a place to anchor your faith in time of distress. It is in him that died for you.

Thought fo people who think.

A lot of mothers can relate to this..

This poem is basically about choices, and having multiple ones, it’s quite short, and not really inspired by anything.

So much to do, so little time. Ever felt like giving up, but you don’t know on what? Ever been confused? Just totally lost? Ever felt as if you don’t have a place where you fit in, where you belong? Well then, read ahead.

Looking back does not always help. There are a whole lot of things to do in present and to plan for the future.

This is my paranoid fear of my wife. I say, “she has bad thoughts of me in her head every time I fall”.

Where to go? What to do?

A little factoid you should know about me: I like to ponder many a things. Life is my favorite thing to think about of all topics. Why are we here? What is our purpose?

A lesson of life.