In a race called life,
Time is the unbeatable champion;
And men never win
‘T seems, the simple logic
Of keep moving and keep moving forward
Works. Think.
lyrical, poetic, personal
In a race called life,
Time is the unbeatable champion;
And men never win
‘T seems, the simple logic
Of keep moving and keep moving forward
Works. Think.

Nothing is harder
Than waiting for something
That is not coming at all.
It’s like looking for a river in a desert;
Or foreseeing a fish to walk;
Worse, gain global peace genuinely—fantasy!
Sadly, time is an invincible adversary.
Years of looking at sand clock is not funny.
It’s exhausting, really.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
Hello, sir/ma’am,
Whatever your pronoun—
You don’t have to ask my permission
To “ask something,”
Go straight in asked in your question.
In writing, it’s a mortal sin;
Not to be direct and succinct.
You got to say what you mean;
And mean what you say.
It’s almost the same as asking me
“Can I kill you?”
Well, sir/ma’am
You already did.
Nothing is sweeter than the fruits of your labor.
Sweat for the sweet, sweet.
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
Harsh it may seemed; but, it made me realized,
I’m not all knowing that gaining skills and knowledge is never too much.
Most importantly, it taught me grit
That instead of giving up in times of trouble,
Push harder until you get there—
‘Cause you would get there.

Plans may go awry,
Promises may be broken,
People, lovers may grow apart—
But love stays.
Proof, see your inner beauty;
Your pleasing attitude;
Your warm affection with friends and family;
Your caring ways for others.
I never see love,
Not in kegs,
Nor in bins,
Neither in baskets!
Mine,
I have to close my eyes
To find it’s right here in my heart,
Beating strong as ever.
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Every penny is well spent.
Every minute is well lived.
No page unturned.
No regret.
And I am grateful for everything.
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
I don’t live in a material world.
Nothing is indispensable to me.
Maybe I need my organs
To keep me alive;
But even if they fail too—
And I face death—
I am ready to end my journey on earth
Anytime, anytime.
After all, we’re just passing by, passing by.
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