Love is

Love is an amazing feeling that leaves you giddy,and high like you just smoked the best joint of your life. It leaves you feeling low and down like you just landed in a heap of garbage that are your feelings.

When in love it appears the birds sing louder and are more melodious. The stars are like diamonds in the sky, and the flowers are always in bloom. Your soul takes flight, and it is like a million butterflies have taken residence where your heart used to be.

Where once your brain was level, practical and highly functional and organised, it is now like mashed potatoes leaving room for thoughts of one person. You wish you could stay that way forever, but sometimes it is not meant to be.

When you fall out of love it is equally an emotional rollercoster, and always feels like the worst storm in your life, but that s a story for another day. For now, love ,loose your head and have fun doing it!

Poverty

Pangs of hunger plague her stomach, and it feels like hells flames burn within her frail frame; if only they would cook her a meal. She staggers on weak and delirious,will she have a meal today ? She does not know.
The hot earth scotches her sore and blistered feet. She raises her face to the clear blue sky, it is a beautiful day in her eyes. And she gives thanks for it, even as the African sun unmercifully beats upon her tired flesh, like thembles. Despair weighs her down like an avalanche. A soft wimper bring her back to the babe tied to her back.

She continues her journey, and upon the city streets, sees a well dressed business man. T o her it seemed as if God had taken the stars and placed them on his shiny shoes. Surely someone with the stars on his shoes, must have a rich heart. Without further thought, she throws herself at his feet and begs him to have mercy on her and her child. she begs for mercy from another day of despair, and hunger.

The business man steps back as if a poisonous reptile has placed it's self across his path. He quickly crosses the street to get as far away from the pathetic specimen of a woman and the lump on her back she called a child. Tears stream down her face, she feels humiliated and useless. Perhaps today is the day her and her child will die after all, and escape the suffering she has known too long. A hand touches her shoulder, she turns to see a little boy besides her. He was on his way to buy a bicycle, but thought she was more important. Without a word he handed her his piggy bank.

Life

Life is like a treasure hunt, and like most treasure hunts we encounter dead ends, misinterpret the map, and encounter pirates. the good that happens in our lives, is the treasure, and this includes the people we meet and the places we visit. Sometimes the discussions we make lead us no where, and sometimes we meet people and factors that will try to stray us from our objective. At times we are to busy looking for a huge sign saying "treasure" and we ignore the obvious.

Through out all these obstacles and the pleasure, we should never give up. the treasure is worth the hunt, and at times the wait. Have you given any thought to the treasure your life has laid across your path or are you too busy looking for your huge treasure sign.