What we shall find at the end of our day’s or life’s living, is what we’ve deliberately chosen to put effort into, to make time, hold space and grow heart for.
It tastes like red wine dark chocolate truffles. It’s flavoured and giddy. It’s bitter-sweet. It’s red and fervid. It’s all but rush. It’s a time for laughter with tears and red lips. It’s silk and velvet little black dresses and stories of what love could be. It’s friends and hand-made paper decorations. It’s a fluffy … Continue reading
The future is not ours to tell. It is ours to wish for, ours to dream of and ours to fill in with our joy and laughs and tears. And it is not ours to tell. Tomorrow onwards is a twist of fate. We should let the future show us what we do. We should … Continue reading
It happens, in life. That we’re growing apart. In our loves, in our marriages, in our friendships. A test of time or a test of will? Heart or reason? Choice or chance? Trust could be the answer. Don’t doubt the yesterdays. Don’t ask more than it’s possible from today. And say a little prayer for … Continue reading