Envious pupa
looks up at the butterflies —
Awaiting freedom.
The Quest
An entire lifetime
searching —
for low hanging fruit
of perfect maturity.
An entire lifetime
searching —
venturing into valleys
trudging through trails
tasting a drop or two
From distinct stinging
to distancing stinking,
Experiencing —
the familiar and the famous
From Champagne to Pinot,
with Rose and Chantal.
An entire lifetime
searching —
The Oenophile.
For a moment,
“I love you.”
“I love you not.”
One True Love
Over the years, I’ve fallen in and out of love with so many things, so many times. But no matter what I declared my love to, I always came back to came back to tea and biscuits.
Something about that pair, something about the way the biscuit crumbles in my mouth and the tea washes down all my problems, along with the biscuit’s buttery remains — it’s my one true love.
Pursuit of Happyness
The Witch of Portobello is one my favourite books of Paulo Coelho. But I’m not sure if I agree with him on this one.
I’m no extrovert. And I’m no expert.
But I do know a lot of extroverts. And I know they love making merry and being comfortable. But so do introverts. We all want to be happy. The difference is how we represent ourselves. If extroverts are happy in large gatherings of friends, introverts are happy in the company of one good friend. It’s just that not many people know it when introverts are happy, because we share it with a select few. As for our extrovert counterparts, they like sharing their happiness with more than a select few.
But on a deeper level, extroverts or introverts, we all try to prove something to ourselves. And if being happy is what it is, then I say, nothing’s better.
