Fine mist in the air, clouds pouring a wet and steamy shower of dust on the night. Time shows 9 O’clock, and some decisions are running through the filaments of lights inside my brain. How you explain when you see your life in an instant, when your heart beats like in the tunes of “Blue Bossa” by Bobby McFerrin & Chick Corea. Time feels infinite, like the last sip of that drink that you love the most. Then you look back a few weeks ago when half a normal person’s fortune was lost in the market. Main Street feels cold right now, but it feels okay since that promotion you were waiting for will be approved in a few weeks. But then it happens, all goes silent and a shivering cold makes your skin get goose bumps. 

That promotion, it turns into a tap in the shoulder rather than a good job. Keys play in my brain, a sweet melody of fear mixed with a little of passion and a lot of love. This uncertainty feels good, feels like home. The ideas of a simple man are as great as his dreams, but when the dreams shatter, the reflection of what remains in the purest form is precious. Glue cannot fix what destiny broke, but the filament of life can be woven by the tread of life and love. 

Love for self, and love for life are the most wonderful experience that can help in any situations. On the new goals, I see myself as a handsome middle age man, beautiful house, professional licensure, financial security, passion in his eyes, a family with kids and love. I can see in the ladder of life my steps as in a book I can see the chapters, but some pages are blank, and say just for you. 

Let me know of the fiery flame your heart now desires. Make me understand how it moves in this unknown world of endless opportunities. Let the rhythm of life spread, and open the veil to see the work of art that you are, after all, you were born for a reason. May that reason be the one your heart desires and don’t let any pebble in your path turn you down. After all, the odds of being born are one in 400 trillion… you were the lucky one.