Say that shadows mean ignorance.

And light means wisdom.

Yet, it's not the light that makes you wise

But shadows

Light may blind you

It may confuse your mind

Shadows, instead, are the force that keeps your eyes wide open

Your mind alert

Shadows encourage you to move

Man doesn't progress as a species because he uses his imagination, inventions and creativity to satisfy his external needs but not his inner growth.

After all the progress our species claim, we have become a modern primitive man.

Since the caveman to our days, man continues to struggle for his daily bread while ogling the neighbour as his mortal enemy.

Life is an inverted pyramid in which one second is the base.

One second only.

Let's examine this fact.

One year has twelve months. You know that already.

One month has 28, 30, and 31 days. No surprise in that, either.

One day has 24 hours, of course.

One hour has sixty minutes.

And so, you know that one minute is sixty seconds.

Until now, you're doing well.

Now, here is the thing to consider.

One second is the basis for everything we have in life.

Primitive people expressed their emotions primarily to communicate. But did they indeed have these emotions?

Some emotions we learn from experience. For example, even if our parents warn us, "Don't touch the stove," we still extend our hands to feel how it is. Once we learn it, we don't do it anymore.

Our emotions separate us from the animals, although animals show their feelings differently than humans.

Man's Brief History

A poem by Sal Godoij

How do we live if we are used to so much

Spoiled in comfort

Denied to others

He who splashed in the mud

With bare feet

Under the intense rainfall

He who shivered under the cold

Whose only protection against the wind

Is a tree

I confess that I'm my best co-worker.

I love having myself as my best teammate because I only know how to get the best from myself, so I'm sure that together, myself and I, make a great team.

Civilization should be a collective work that promotes humanity to higher stages. Instead, it is a continuum of crimes committed by man, not only against man but against the entire Earth, and introduced by historians to the next generations in acceptable forms and throughout the centuries.

When God created man

He did it with a purpose

But His purpose wasn't clear

So, He did it in parts

Part by part, organ by organ, member by member

God made man

But then there was a missing part

On Change

I loved you, Rose Lynn.

I loved you in silence and from a distance

Like God loves you.

This may sound a sacrilege

But when you love, you turn into God

And when you hate, you become Evil.

Perfection/Imperfection are children of your mind. Both convey a negative force. To live a rewarding life, move away from both.

Life is so cruel at times

It punishes some people so viciously

Sometimes

And I wonder why they suffer

These penances

Like if the meek were those chosen to pay

For the sins of the entire humanity

Words of wisdom contain holy teachings that we must all follow. We must not ignore it. It's the same principle of love for humanity expressed slightly differently in The Talmud, The Bible, The Quran, by Buddha, Confucius, Zen Masters, and by unaccountable philosophers and thinkers, lovers of humanity since the beginning of times.

Your story can be a fairy tale, a drama, a tragedy, a struggle for survival, a story of triumph, or a story of defeat. It can also be about your business, your employee-manager relationship, how you build your own company, a relationship, or anything you consider interesting for you or others. After all, it will be your legacy. Yet, whatever it is, it is your story.

You can also tell your story in a poem.

She was a flower

Butterflies danced at the waving of her hair

She was that kind of fairy tale princess

Her voice attracted the singing of the birds

Wherever she moved

Spring moved along with her

Hi there, my friends,

If you don’t know if the road you are walking toward the completion of your purpose is the right one, perhaps you are already getting there. You’re closer to your destination than you think.

So, share with the audience if you feel you have arrived there or are still on the road. I told you already. You might be there already, only that you don’t know it.

What life brings or leaves

Dreams, memories, or grieves

A forgotten dawn, all gone

Of the Word I lost trace, and I fell from Grace

Everything we perceive, experience, and believe, we filter through the lens of our ego. We see all from within: our thoughts, beliefs, feelings, experiences, knowledge, and even people and events that populate our daily lives. Nobody can escape from this exercise. We're all prisoners of ourselves. Everything that happens outside, we capture it within, and it is this perception that makes the flickering shadows that shape our reality, our cave.

Words are like delicate flowers

Blossom like roses

Roses that hide their thorns

Sometimes, they have an intention

Yet, nurtured by indifference

To speak not a word is an option