“Be careful out there; I hear humans get killed for wearing the wrong skin.”

This year has been heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Past lifetimes do not concern me. Whatever memory succumbs to be forgotten, is one I do not aspire to repeat.

It seems to be, that there are dual reasons why justice is rarely given. One, too little evidence. Two, too much.

Some days are heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Toxicity isn’t always a harsh tone or a bruise. Often it’s a “this is who I am.” Often it’s a “I’ll change” Void of when.

Never give a human the job of making you happy. Some days, they might call you sick. Other days they might call quit.

I have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

Fear, is a curtain telling you she’s a door walkthrough.

It is the silliness of youth to trust time.

I used to believe that living is doing, moving, getting. But, there is life in staying still. A bird is a bird even when she isn’t flying.

No, I’m not one to go in pursuit of happiness. It is common knowledge, is it not? That what is chased after will run.

We were purple, one day, we felt whole the next day split apart into red and blue.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

A problem ignored, has two outcomes. The illusion that it is gone, and the reality of one problem becoming more.

Every human carries a heavy past. But the good thing about what can be carried, is that it can also be put down.

I have seen humans call for “change” only to bid her go home, and return on a more convenient date.

I still live as normal a life as anybody else. I have two homes to run. I have my staff to take care of. I work, pay bills and attend society meetings like everybody else.

Celebrate Life. Care for others and share whatever you have with those less fortunate than you. Broaden your vision, for the whole world belongs to you.

That is not true I am not a greedy man because if I was why would i donate money to charity? I care about others as well.

We struggled together, and sometimes, we struggled with one another. We took care of one another. In the end, we kept faith in each other.

Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.

If you ever feel lonely and feel that no one loves you and cares for you – remember me.

Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.

We continually encounter hardships. People disappoint us. We disappoint ourselves. But God is constant and compassionate. We are not alone. He cares. Against all reason, the transcendent God loves us so much that He has committed Himself to us.