There is no end to the adventures that we can have if we only seek them with our eyes open. We only live once. This is not a drill. There is no second life to come. Even the future in this one life is unpredictable and there are no guarantees about what will happen next. … Continue reading Life

An individual human existence should be like a river - small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and - in the end - without any visible break, they become merged in the sea … Continue reading Human Existence

BY MAYA ANGELOU You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like … Continue reading Still I Rise

what did we ever know about your sacrifice you were born to it like a calico quilt you carried it so long and never showed it until the end I never understood the day you cooked the spaghetti dinner you told us of the cancer it was easy to remedy you said no need to … Continue reading Chinois

Thomas Hardy was a Victorian novelist and is famous for his books like Tess of the D’Urbervilles and Jude the Obscure. In the time when he lived, many people were rejecting the Christian views they had been raised with. He rejected it himself. Instead of believing that human beings could live on in an afterlife, … Continue reading Thomas Hardy