‘Papa, what can I be when I grow up?’

‘Papa, what can I be when I grow up?’

‘Anything you want, my son. But please do not be a preacher, or a lawyer, or a politician.’

‘Why Papa?’

‘Because I don’t want you to think you’re better than others, and I don’t want you to lie, and I don’t want you to have enemies.’

‘So you don’t like preachers, or lawyers, or politicians.’

‘I like them,  I just think they talk too much.’

‘So what can I be?’

‘You can be a creator and you will help people with your work. You can be a teacher and you will teach people something new. You can be an artist and you will make people happy with your art.’

‘So creators and teachers and artists are better than preachers, and lawyers and politicians?’

‘No, I didn’t say they’re better. But their work is more helpful, and they talk less.’

‘Papa, I’m confused.’

‘Ok, just remember this.  Work, not words, keeps life going.’

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meet you halfway

That thing you want,

walk towards it, and it will meet you half way.

He does it with a smile.

He does it with a smile,

It’s just easier that way, smiling through the race,

It makes the water warmer, it makes the track smoother, it makes his legs stronger

And when he is done, he smiles.

My brother smiling proudly after completing his first triathlon

Stars and Satellites

Once upon a time all the twinkling lights in the midnight sky were stars.  And then she was told that some are satellites.

She went on believing that they are all stars.

Giving Banking

Some give and expect their giving to give back, like credit that returns, like deposits with interest, like bonds that mature.

But some give and expect nothing in return.  They walk on and away, and keep on giving.

slipping sands

Each day, new grains of time are poured into your hands.  It is your choice whether you carefully bottle them in a sand clock or carelessly leave them in the palms of your hands and have many slip through your fingers while the rest get stolen by the breeze.

 

Sing

Sing. Truly. Freely. Passionately . You’re born to sing.

So make your footstep your beat.  your handclap your rhythm.  your words your lyrics.

And keep singing.

Your very own song.

Dance

Dance.  Naturally.  Unapologetically.  Rightfully.  You’re born to dance.

To the beat of your heart.  To the pulse in your veins.   Whichever you wish.

In the darkness of the night.  Or the brightness of the day.  Whenever you wish.

Just keep dancing.

Your very own dance.

a sweet dream

When sleep falls heavy on your eyes,

Surrender your soul to its blissful unconsciousness,

And let a sweet dream be yours.

Oasis

Would words be the seeds,

Would words be the water,

Would words be the light,

This desert would be an oasis.