Dont we get days or periods when everything seems to me in upheaval?
When everything we knew we are so sure about becomes questions...
Questions we all hope we have the answer to... and yet again... know nothing about?
What do we do when moments like these come?
What flies?
What needs to be done?
How can we do something that is sure?
Is anything ever sure?
the only constant, the ONLY thing we can be sure about is Change.
Change is the only constant in life... so how can we keep up?
What needs to be done?
Who do we need to become?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A Humble Note
The best inspiration is the kind that awakens
the soul and makes us reach for more,
that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace
to our minds and that’s what you’ve given me.
And that's what i hope to give to you always.
Celebrate the enigma called life
the soul and makes us reach for more,
that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace
to our minds and that’s what you’ve given me.
And that's what i hope to give to you always.
Celebrate the enigma called life
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thought of the week!
Inspiration lies not in getting inspired,
but being empowered from within. -UKay Cheung
but being empowered from within. -UKay Cheung
Saturday, May 23, 2009
A Piece of My Heart.
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love, is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
To have a life and not to have loved, is not to have lived at all. UKay
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love, is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
To have a life and not to have loved, is not to have lived at all. UKay
Friday, May 22, 2009
Gotta be closer
Look all around,
if there even a sound of what is real
what is reality, but what our mind thinks Real
Is there ever a moment that all that is real is fake?
Or is there a moment that everything that is fake is real?
Hiatus from real reality and come into a world of fantasy
Fantasy is real, as real as you want it to be. Dreams are real,
as real as the daily things we see.
Obsessing obsessing obsessing... F.A.B Harlequin of Fashion. - UKay Cheung
if there even a sound of what is real
what is reality, but what our mind thinks Real
Is there ever a moment that all that is real is fake?
Or is there a moment that everything that is fake is real?
Hiatus from real reality and come into a world of fantasy
Fantasy is real, as real as you want it to be. Dreams are real,
as real as the daily things we see.
Obsessing obsessing obsessing... F.A.B Harlequin of Fashion. - UKay Cheung
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Thought of the week!
Initiate positive change in your life regularly
and chance and luck will favor you.
and chance and luck will favor you.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
...
Crazed and dazed the rabbit runs from the hunter
there is nothing that is in the way all clear
rabbit races forward propelled by the unseen force
and energy of the desire to stay alive Such is life
met new friends and remembered old ones that used to
be a integral part of my life
everything is about energy and energy is life
strong emotions are strong energy
strong desires are strong energy
strong fear are strong energy
what am i but a raving ranting maniac
that only cares bout how the energy flows
and creates what is call this life
a perfect reflection of what goes on in my mind
forlorn gazes lost in translation
sadness that never goes away
secret lives that never are secret any longer
dual personalities who love each other
the cravings of a big heart to change things for the better
the uncanny ability to observe and know the wrong answers
sometimes just the way the world brings things that are
the best of me that world can offer
photography is but another form of expression
how much of my hidden work can the world handle
narcissistic beauty eyes of the beholder
another breakthru beauty of another realm comes
and blesses the followers with good karma
life is such, live strong
thank you eh
I AM INSPIRED. - UKay Cheung
there is nothing that is in the way all clear
rabbit races forward propelled by the unseen force
and energy of the desire to stay alive Such is life
met new friends and remembered old ones that used to
be a integral part of my life
everything is about energy and energy is life
strong emotions are strong energy
strong desires are strong energy
strong fear are strong energy
what am i but a raving ranting maniac
that only cares bout how the energy flows
and creates what is call this life
a perfect reflection of what goes on in my mind
forlorn gazes lost in translation
sadness that never goes away
secret lives that never are secret any longer
dual personalities who love each other
the cravings of a big heart to change things for the better
the uncanny ability to observe and know the wrong answers
sometimes just the way the world brings things that are
the best of me that world can offer
photography is but another form of expression
how much of my hidden work can the world handle
narcissistic beauty eyes of the beholder
another breakthru beauty of another realm comes
and blesses the followers with good karma
life is such, live strong
thank you eh
I AM INSPIRED. - UKay Cheung
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