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There is More!


There is more to life than just physical and mental health. There is more to life than pounds of flesh and blood. There is more to life than a circulation of oxygen and response to stimuli. There is more, there has to be.

There is satisfaction, there is hope, there is despair, and uncertainty. There is ignorance, lots of it, and bits of knowledge, small bits of discoveries that still plunge us into amazement. There is thirst; there is that void that no physical material satisfies. There is that hunger that no fruit or nuts ever satisfy, that curiosity that engulfs us, keeps us searching. But there is more to life than just searching, or even finding. There is a lot more in searching and not finding.

There is love, the strongest of them all even in its weakest form. There is love that dwells even in the darkest of hearts. There is love that we must share, that drowns us at times, carries us to depths unimaginable, that threatens to choke us when we scream, but gives life when we drink from its cups. There is love that gives meaning to our existence, that sometimes, however meaningless, leaves us feeling lost in multitudes. There is love whose seed may be the fig that grows into compassion. It blooms in the springs and its flowers turn rosy.


There is more than just silent wonder: there are stories to be told, and lessons to be learned. There are stories whose essence is life, whose bones are vital to the force of life. There are stories whose flesh is dessert for the soul, which flavors life itself. There are stories without which we are starved, whose existence is anchored on ours.

Indeed, there is more! There is abundance!

Via Man Wale’s Random Musings

What’s in a Name?


What’s in a name?
The Desire;
To want to be called our own
The Dream;
To hope to remain eternally unforgotten
The Love;
To dwell in the hearts of those with whom we share
The Flame;
To keep the hopes of the hopeless alight
The Compassion;
To share in the sufferings of those in need
The Uncertainty;
The tunnel of life whose end remains unseen

So What’s in a name?
The History;
The introduction to a past we star
The Bias;
The means by which we express polite disinterest
The Reputation;
The golden image we paint for a society uncaring
The label we use in place of words unfathomable!

The name is the word for the face we own.

“ What’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” :- William Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet.

A World Reborn.


The world is in want of more love. Humanity cries for compassion, without which it eventually wilts like the flower plucked. Society starves because it has been denied the unity that nourishes it. And Communities are weakened for the meaningful relationships that formed its tendons have long been ripped.

Why, I pray, do we chose to be indifferent to our very own needs? Is it because our cares have deserted us? Or that our  souls, too, have long dried? And our desires irredeemably crippled? Is it because we are too involved in seeking instant gratification that we chose ignore the farms watered by patience? Whose harvest is a world reborn? Whose soil is society reformed? Or maybe its just the way it should be; chaotic yet still a home we love. Our own peculiarity certainly is refreshing. Almost horrifying yet still, comforting.

Via Man Wale’s Random Musings

The Future is not Our Own!


This life, we earn and own:
It is our own to live, love and let.
This present moment,
It is for us to cherish, and to devour.
This earth, it is our birthplace:
It is ours to walk, explore and protect.
The days, weeks and years ahead,
Those are not ours:
The future is for those who come after us,
But it is ours to make it better for them,
Just as those who came before us did.

Via Man Wale’s Random

I Write!


Tonight, I write of the art,
Of writing,
Of the thoughts that,
Flow and,
Of those that itch and ache,
I write of thoughtless banter,
Of the ideas that hide,
And grow in marshes,
That never wilts!

I write of books that sing,
Cheer and dance to the,
Tunes unheard and,
Voices hushed,
Of ignorant professors,
And of arrogant priests.
I write of whispers,
In dreams that spring,
And come to life..
Of Graceful hopelessness,
And undignified success;
Of perverse wealth,
And divine poverty.  


Yes, I write;
Of Truth lost,
In open fields,
And of justice so raw,
That ‘s never served.
I write of un-common sense,
And sublime mediocrity!


I write of holy wars,
And holy deaths,
Of holy arms, bombs and domes,
And holy nations, chosen people and of others condemned.
Oh yes, I write of life as whole!
I can’t help but write!

Via Man Wale’s Random Texts


The other day, I was thinking of how hard it is to talk about happiness without having to talk about sorrow, compassion without a mention of suffering or even about life without death coming to mind. It occurred to me, then, that perhaps happiness has succeeded in being among the most elusive of states because, often, we look in the wrong places: we go about it the wrong way. It began to make sense seeing that the happiest of people are those that have been through the most difficult of times, that those with the most beautiful smiles are people whose names, sorrow knows. This seemed to resonate well with the words of Oscar Wilde when he wrote that ‘where there is sorrow, there is holy ground (De Profundis).’


It then follows that, it is most probably true that one of the best ways to find happiness is to, willingly, be fully immersed in so deep sorrow that we give up on all elements of life that bring us to find bliss in illusory- and so fleeting – happiness. That it is to allow ourselves to be subjects to so much pain that all our hopes are crushed, but not entirely, smothered. It is to slide through tunnels of flame, and allow it to burn out the veils that society has woven to hide, from us, the very truth about happiness that we so yearningly seek: The truth that real happiness is never dependant upon anything outside of the enclaves of our minds; the truth that our minds have the capacity, albeit unexploited, to find paradise even as we are roasted on furnaces; and the truth that true happiness comes not by submitting ourselves, hopelessly, to promises of a better future but by making the most of each moment that we get to experience.

Via Man Wale’s Musings

Of Love and Unforgiving Vanity.


While rummaging through my old texts, I came across this one that I seemingly can’t resist sharing: Read and share in my musings:

“Every once in a while, we lose ourselves in the blissful emptiness that love drowns us in. At first, we try to swim but are swiftly overwhelmed by the unforgiving currents that make true love so fleeting, or even so slippery as the grease that painlessly cause our falling often by lubricating paths we blindly tread. Then, over time, we resign to simply gasping for breathe, to choking in the very flood that should be life-giving. Sometimes we can be lucky enough to find some good music to hold onto, maybe some not-so-deep Dvorac or even phenomenal Paganini but definitely not some too wordy rap songs that look like war songs, or dance clips that sound like misery unpacked. Sometimes, we may not be so lucky: we might give in altogether and allow our hopes to sink us to depths so dark we can only see reflections of our irredeemable decency sneering at us.. ”

I don’t remember what was going through my mind back when I wrote this back then, but it definitely was something so deep only my book and pen can remember. Or my friend’s chess board…:-P

Via Man Wale’s Thoughtless Engagements.

Lesson 15: Take Chances

The more chances we take, the more likely we are to succeed massively.

Think of this as walking around with a bow and arrow, shooting at every passing target(s), the more we shoot, the more likely we are to hit the targets. The most successful people in life never woke up, to success, just one day without having tried so many times.

I also imagine the experience that comes with trying more and more. The skill we get to perfect, the tact. In short, this is a corollary of Malcom Gladwell’s 10,000hour rule.

For this, I say, don’t just wait for the legendary ‘perfect moment,’, keep trying, keep grabbing opportunities, keep taking chances, and success shall truly be yours.

Life Lessons


(Photo courtesy of Photography Blogger)

When Year 2014 began, my first resolutions was that I make it a duty of some sorts to, at least, learn a life lesson every week. So far, these are the lessons I’ve learnt that I think will be great if you, dear reader, learnt too:

Lesson One:

There is no better world without compassion.

Lesson Two:

Success comes in three ways:
1. Maniacal determination
2. Loving what we do, doing what we love.
3. Both

Lesson Three:

If you have the ability to conceive it, then you definitely have the capacity to achieve it.

Lesson Four:

Peace comes from awareness and appreciation of the great beauty and ambience most things and people around us radiate. Happiness comes from silencing chaos within ourselves.

Lesson Five:

In this life, more than anything else, relationships matter the most. Invest in them.

Lesson Six:

Suffering is not senseless. It teaches us Compassion, without which our lives are empty.

Lesson Seven.

“The purpose of life is a life of purpose. ”
:- Adapted from Robin Sharma’s The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari.

Lesson Eight.

We never know until we inquire. We never grow our minds, unless we imagine. We never develop intellectually, unless curiosity becomes a way we live.

Lesson Nine (In Questions)

Why is self- acceptance so difficult in this world we live in? Why are people always trying to be what they are not?
Isn’t it true that the leading cause of suffering in our societies is people trying to be different from who they
are? People living ‘fake’ lives? People trying very hard to conform? Tafakari haya.

Lesson Ten:

With knowledge comes the ability to discern real life choices from the unreal. With it comes the appreciation of limitless potential in a world of elusive, but unlimited opportunities.

Lesson Eleven:

Take note of our own errors in introspection so as not to judge others only by the consequences of their actions while judging ourselves by our own intentions/ motives. In other words, practise Mindfulness.

Lesson Twelve:

The secret to success? Failure. To mastery? Focus! This is my simplest (but not necessarily easiest) lesson this year.

Lesson Thirteen:

Until you learn to love yourself, you can never truly love others. Until you learn to understand and appreciate yourself, you can never truly be compassionate.

Lesson Fourteen:

To know what you really want in life, study your fears. To know how to get to where you want to go in life, study
the excuses you usually give. It then follows that to get what we want in life, we have to stop giving excuses and start conquering our fears. The first excuse we are more likely to give in this case is, its tough getting to do the above, and the first step is dealing with this excuse.

Cheers and Share these lessons if you find them useful, and I hope you will.

Via Man Wale’s Thoughtless Contemplations. 

Life, The River

Life is like a river: The winding paths are a perfect definition of our life’s journey: we start our so pure, strong and true, we find tough rocks and boulders along the way, and sometimes we’ve got to seep into the earth to find our way across challenges. We pick impurities, vices, virtues as we gracefully move down…We also make friends (tributaries) that make us stronger and stronger. And as we near the end, we would have grown, expanded our experiences and perfected the art of picking only the good (silt). Our own lives serve as support systems for others that need us, and with whom our lives get meaning. What we call an ending, is only a step in continuum as we find more and more of us, those with whom we share experiences, awareness (oceans).

Just like in the depths of rivers, we get peace, not by looking outwards for answers, but by looking deeper in, accepting that which we cannot change, and improving that which we can. Compassion and hope, is our spring. It is what rejuvenates us, gives us that push we strongly need. It is what enables us to cut through challenges, problems the way small rivers cut through rocks upstream to form the river bed. Patience is what allows us to slowly go from going in bends and arcs, to going in straight paths, the ones that define who are and what we really want in life. It is what sees us through to fulfilling our whole life’s purpose.

Via Man Wale’s Random


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