This light of mine

This light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine,
shine so bright so that I will have great dines,
so bright that we will see through the night,
in these days of 'bad' times,
I will speak up for the meek,
so that we can see how long our streak,
of winning and shining,
of greatness and relentless,
sugar and everything nice,
Is.

This light of mine,
I am going to go to the ends,
to find the true meaning of shine,
to speak good words to everything mine,
to create and invent,
a new bright world,
to walk where there are no treads,
to help keep our heads where they ought to be.
In the right place,
to widen our space,
our vision and eyesight,
to see where there are no sites,
to illuminate the boxes,
with which at times we are forced to stick in,
Because everything is a stage,
where we ought to play our parts,
not chase after skirts,
and small material matters,
but the real things in life,
where we minimize the strife,
and live for better days.

We only live once,
I hope that everyone will find their stance,
and light their candles,
the worst that could happen,
is that the other candles light only brighter,
so we can guarantee a better future.

This light of mine,
I want to let it shine so bright.

Will you choose to be different?

“Art is a personal gift that changes the recipient.

An artist is an individual who creates art. The more people you change, the more you change them, the more effective your art is.”

Sit in tight for this one, and I kindly ask for open-mindedness.

Now, how many of you don’t like school? For what reasons don’t you like it? Or say, doing jobs for instance? Perhaps, ‘boring’ people? Why?

I remember reading a book about left-handedness a while back, see here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Left-handedness and apparently how it is associated with creativity. I also remembered how when we are young some people are almost beaten and warned not to use their left hands. In other words, stop being different. Stop being creative.

Back to my previous questions. You know why you and I hate routine? It’s because it brings the same things to the table. It’s because it kills creativity, passion, it kills being brave and being bold, and it kills the very essence that we live for – To be ourselves. Being ourselves means expressing ourselves. Expressing ourselves is being artistic. Being artistic is offering your best, being at your best at all times. That means greater impact on the people around you because when you are good at something, and passionate about it, people see it. People react to it positively, and it challenges them to be artistic. It encourages them to share their gifts with the world, and we hence end up making the world a better place. A happier place.

With the onset of capitalism came an emphasis on money. Having money is great. I wouldn’t have this blog up if I didn’t have this laptop with which I am typing all this. I wouldn’t be able to share my art without money. It’s a means to an end. And what is the end? I am sure it is finding our purpose(s) i.e. finding what we are good at and being the very best at it. Also known as, being artists.

Art is not drawing only. Art is not musical tunes or paintbrushes only. Art is innovation, passion, boldness, creativity and purpose. Art is that waiter who goes out of their way to make sure that the customer is smiling. Art is not a cook. Art is a chef, who in a situation of risk and adventure creates their own recipe. Art is being different. Artists are people you want around when there is no manual to do things. Art is what makes the world go round, and Artists will forever command our attention, whether we like them or not. In short, Art is the ultimate expression of our true selves, when we are ourselves and when we are in a creative and high-energy mood.

·    The most important thing is that eventually art rewards itself and the artist. It is usually ‘best served’ free, with a lot of passion and energy. It usually changes the way we live in a better way and makes the world a whole lot better place. Kindly go ahead and be that artist you have been destined to be. That is your purpose.

Yours friendly.

My Public Service Announcement

{It is now 4:05 AM in Szeged, Hungary. I woke up an hour ago to go to the toilet and for the past hour I have been THINKING. Thinking a lot. This is some of it . . .}


Matters Spirituality
I believe in a supreme being, and that supreme being is God. I believe in God because his qualities (whether proven or not) I want to aspire to or they give me inspiration. If you think about your personal heroes, they would not compare to God in terms of their character. I wanted to update my status as "Before you judge, Before you complain, Before you regret, Before you make a choice . . . EVERYTHING is a choice. EVERYTHING. You need to believe in your choices." I consider myself highly. Its good, it gives me confidence in the choices I make and in what I believe in. But it also makes me self-centred and a bit selfish. One of the chief reasons I believe in God, is because it makes me humble. It makes me humble enough to make me to want to learn about other people. To be compassionate. To love (cc: conscious love). It makes me humble enough to think about others, which brings me to . . . 


The reason why I live/write
Some say I talk too much. Others say that I write good things that make them want to be better. Others have no idea who I am. Others just don't really care ENOUGH. I might still meet more people. Others might never get to know me or will never even have a clue of who I am. All that is good. I do what I can and I do what I believe is the right thing to do. I live to share my story and the story of others. That I think is my purpose {up to now :-)}. You can also say it embodies a sense of leadership. Actually you can call it very many things. 


I write because I believe in the power of words. I write because I seek to be a voice for those who cannot speak up. I blog because I believe in the power of the internet and how it can change people in a wider audience. I feel very deeply about exchanging ideas because I believe in the power of learning. I am not afraid to make mistakes, and when I write, I write to hope to learn. I write so that I can challenge your thinking and through your feedback, you can challenge mine. I do all this so that we can find our similarities that can bring us together to do GREAT THINGS and to appreciate and BE AWARE OF our differences and to ask WHY?


This is my purpose and I will do it ceaselessly.


The Guardian.

This life of mine

Today, this very second. . . 


I write just because I feel like writing.
In this journey of mine, 
I have taken steps of courage,
I have taken steps with my heart and with my mind,
In this journey of mine,
I have chosen to feel,
I am alive.


I am alive because I have come across many crossroads,
I have seen so many faces and I have taken many corners and U-turns,
I have been on the edge,
I kicked a ball yesterday when I was flirting with football,
My "one true love",
And just like that I felt a rush of strong emotion,
I choose to do the things I love,
To read, to learn, to connect, to share my passion,
To share my life with my friends irrespective,
To feel what it feels to be someone else apart from me,
To observe my surroundings
and see the beautiful butterflies,
to hear the chirping birds,
to talk with the daunting dogs,
to see the swaying pine trees,
I dream of places,
Places far and wide, out of my comfort zone,
and I embrace that feeling of the unknown,
Because through that adrenaline,
I am able to focus on the things that matter to me most,
I feel people make a lot of decisions in life,
and we end up thinking and not living,
but lets for a second think about what we love,
this very moment,
forget about the "what if's?"
forget about what is "right or wrong"
forget whether other people are watching,
forget the rest except yourself,
do the things that you love to do,
Connect with the people around you,
Appreciate your life in all its perfections and imperfections,
Live to live.


Passion, Motivation and the journey.


That is what we are all in this for. Together.