How Can You Tell?

It's the curious scent of the morning.

The mighty wind blowing strong.

Leaves of fresh green rustling in the trees.

The sun coming up after seemingly so long.

It's the anxiety of the future.

Moving on from the past.

It's the eagerness of moments

that will be created to last.

It's the many efforts of past years

all of which are never forgotten.

With a heart full of joy

I reminisce those times golden.

Memories will remain,

that will always be true.

Good times celebrated

over fine dine and brew.

In the toughest of times

let your mind lead.

The soul will plough through,

although, the heart may plead.

One word can surely heal,

yet, another may raise a storm.

For me, that word is 'October'

and it will, always, be warm.

Instead

A bird with a voice meant to sing

instead softly weeps from a cage...

A mother meant to kiss her son's forehead

instead kisses a framed photograph, enraged...

A hand meant to lovingly hold

instead wipes tears from eyes meant to look into another's...

We, who are here to peacefully live

instead take away from the life of others.

A Tale of Two Toothbrushes

The 95 per cent

The rule of 95%. It's funny how you realise some things when you turn around to reach for your phone. 

A phone that's charging on a wire just short of perfect length. That's how it is with the world, everything we buy, everything that is 'made' for 'people'. It's never exactly enough. Things always come up short, but just that little bit.

Have you noticed that the phone charging cable is always 5% too short? Well, for most of us. Especially the new crop of phones. Turns out my old phone had a charging cable close to twice as long, but the phone itself was 50% less capable, let alone 5%.

It's the case with everything. You can't have something perfect. There's a compromise. Your car may have Bluetooth, fancy LED lighting, but pathetic attention to detail in terms of safety could cost you when you least expect it. Good head-restraints and safety belts are what will save you in the event of something as 'petty' as a 30 km/h rear-end impact; not those fancy lights.

Television sets, audio systems - there's always something missing. And, it's not that you can't have the extra, you can, only it will cost you, and rather dearly. That's where the money comes in.

Some metaphors you can get lost in and lose track of reality.

Old-school

Old-school has a charm of a different kind. Yes, the new may seem exciting and bring a different kind of freshness to a world where appearance rules and souls aren't really seen. Sometimes, not until it's too late. The world will see many new and different kinds of everything come and go. There will always be takers. Temporary as it may be. Holding on only until the novelty wears off.

Then there are those who choose the 288 GTO and F40 over the LaFerrari and FXX-K. It's not about cars. It's about choice. Choose the soul over appearance, and you can't go wrong. It'll be classic.

Mutual Understanding

The heart wants what it wants. Sometimes, there is a strong pull, you don't know why. There just is. And then, slowly, you get familiar and you want more. Sometimes, you do get more, but, as I have seen, not always. Maybe, not at all. And that's when it hurts. You're ready to give, and you give. All you have. But, when it's not needed, wanted. It isn't appreciated. Often, not acknowledged either.

There are alternatives, yes; a solution even. With the right one, the respect is mutual. Furthermore, the understanding is even more so, and infinitely more rewarding.

That's the thing with turbos. They. Will. Give. Boost. You push it right, you stay in control, don't overdo anything and there will be a response just as you expect, as you enjoy. It will always be sweet. It will be fast, exciting and will, sometimes, leave you with tears of joy. It's all about understanding. You understand them. They understand you. Turbochargers. Mutual understanding.

So much to learn. So much to give. So much.

Wish

A wish is a wonderful thing.

It can be something small, or something incomprehensibly massive. Sometimes, it can be bigger than all of that, yet be something invisible, intangible.

A wish that comes from the heart is different from the wish one wants to wish. It's what you constantly have in the back of your mind. It's not seeing the first star at night, or witnessing a falling star for that matter. It's not the smoke from your birthday-cake candles. It's not catching a floating seed with innumerable white tentacles. It's not about finding a four-leaf clover.

It's about wishing for something so bad, you wish for it every time you think about it. Every ray of light. Every wisp of smoke from the candles from every birthday cake you wait to to blow and make a wish from. It's you looking out for the first star, that meteor shower, that four-leaf clover, that floating seed and all its tentacles, just so you can make that one wish. That one wish for which you've waited all your life.

It's not by chance that a miracle happens. Time will bring the miracle to you, all you have to do is be ready, wait, wish.