What if we could taste the magic again?
Through the hustle and bustle of morning traffic, I chose not to do my usual “…really so much traffic, do I reaaaalllllllly need to be doing this…” speech and tried to view life through a different lens. And what an adventure it was!
Imagine what a different world this would be if each and every one of us engaged our brains; generated our edge even
– oh what endless possibilities would exist! I will go further and say that life would not feel so much like an empty land.
His love is as nurturing as a father’s and mother’s love. His love endures forever and not just for 40-50 years like a roof made with wallaba or turada shingles.
He helps me to lime for living everyday.
When I am lost, tired, weary, trampled down, or just plain and simple – cyan bada [Jamaican patios which may be translated “not in the mood”], I try to always look up. After all, millions of dreams need strong shoulders.