A daydream is an evasion
You are made in the image of what you desire
And lose our selves at the same time
When ambition ends happiness begins
Death is some one you see very clearly with eyes in the centre of your heart
Happiness is not a matter of intensity but
of balance order rhythm and harmony
We do not find meaning of life by our selves alone
we find it with another
Love is its own reward
Pride makes us artificial and humility makes us real
The tighter you squeeze the less you have
We do not exist for our selves
It is this loneliness that the deepest activities begins!
to be contd......