I was in the hospital this afternoon accompanying Eugene who visited his distributor who undergone an operation due to a clot in his brain which was cause by an accident yesterday.
Thank goodness, he is stable and fine. I wish him a speedy recovery.
But as I was waiting, I got to my usual mode of reading and got a piece of The Edge which were featuring material luxury. And they interviewed 4 dudes from the advertising industry on their definition.
1 said it's their time, the other 2 said holiday and hanging loose doing nothing and the other was about his family - son.
So what really is luxury?
My definition... time to chill and do as I please, how ever, what ever along with the person I love.
Isn't that great? Hmmm... It's priceless.
I don't need everyday. I just need those moments.
Moments of love. Moments of feelings. Moments of serenity. Moments of cherish. Moments of life.
Eugene once told me, sometimes things are not about being real, it is about being right. Sometimes too, things can be real but not necessary right. So it is up to us to justify ourselves what should be what at different junctures in life.
And I have to agree to his words of wisdom. So, despite these moments I yearn, at times I have to strip the real and the right. And that does, make life more complex than it already is.
Complexity however I feel, is the root from love. Everything that gets tangled up, as I have said like those washed hair without conditioner is the cause of love. Love mixes it all up until it becomes confusing.
However said, love is universal and love is everywhere. I truly believe love cannot be contained within a confined bottled, confined heart, confined brains or whatever else that could confine things. Love is just so enormous that it surrounds every living cells of every living creature. Love is, great.
And because of love, everything else breeds. Contempt. Hate. Jealousy. Hypocracy. Madness. Just everything.
This is love.
Ah, just feel like being a little philosophically about love today. I feel just that. In fact, when I fell asleep last night, my thoughts were nothing much but love.
And remarkably how love can erase all hurt, pain and anguish.
This is love.
Love is the reason for everything too. Love. Powerful. Killer. Humanity. Greatness.
Well, I'll better stop before it gets overboard.
With love, me, the Verniela.
Thank goodness, he is stable and fine. I wish him a speedy recovery.
But as I was waiting, I got to my usual mode of reading and got a piece of The Edge which were featuring material luxury. And they interviewed 4 dudes from the advertising industry on their definition.
1 said it's their time, the other 2 said holiday and hanging loose doing nothing and the other was about his family - son.
So what really is luxury?
My definition... time to chill and do as I please, how ever, what ever along with the person I love.
Isn't that great? Hmmm... It's priceless.
I don't need everyday. I just need those moments.
Moments of love. Moments of feelings. Moments of serenity. Moments of cherish. Moments of life.
Eugene once told me, sometimes things are not about being real, it is about being right. Sometimes too, things can be real but not necessary right. So it is up to us to justify ourselves what should be what at different junctures in life.
And I have to agree to his words of wisdom. So, despite these moments I yearn, at times I have to strip the real and the right. And that does, make life more complex than it already is.
Complexity however I feel, is the root from love. Everything that gets tangled up, as I have said like those washed hair without conditioner is the cause of love. Love mixes it all up until it becomes confusing.
However said, love is universal and love is everywhere. I truly believe love cannot be contained within a confined bottled, confined heart, confined brains or whatever else that could confine things. Love is just so enormous that it surrounds every living cells of every living creature. Love is, great.
And because of love, everything else breeds. Contempt. Hate. Jealousy. Hypocracy. Madness. Just everything.
This is love.
Ah, just feel like being a little philosophically about love today. I feel just that. In fact, when I fell asleep last night, my thoughts were nothing much but love.
And remarkably how love can erase all hurt, pain and anguish.
This is love.
Love is the reason for everything too. Love. Powerful. Killer. Humanity. Greatness.
Well, I'll better stop before it gets overboard.
With love, me, the Verniela.
