Thursday, 28 November 2013

A Jack of all Trades,  Master of none, Is often better  Than a Master of one. He is a renaissance man, In every shape and form.  Though to master a trade, May take more than he can afford.  So he dabbles in this, Scratches the surface of that.  All to try something, He may be efficient at.  No longer he stays, Than to get a good feel. No sooner he leaves, Than when lost is the appeal. - Hailey Brant Scene...

Saturday, 16 November 2013

This does not happen a lot. When it does, I thank God once more. Growing up in a distressed world, I hope there live people who believe and feel what I do sometimes. A moment to leave all the materialistic interests you have and balm your mind. I think we all yearn for a life like that. One in which we can sit outside our house on the front yard and listen to nature connecting herself with us. One in which we appreciate what we have. Most significantly, one in which we feel fully adequate with what we have and not want more. That one evening...