Beauty & Meaning

Break time from the creative cycle,  A pause, a break, to refresh the mind, A shift in cultivation, letting the mind breath and feel, A time out from the grudge of creative toil, A break from the creative cycle, is part of the creative cycle. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Small world, evenly connected, Separated by land and waters Connected by love and humanity, Our colours may differ, our tongues aren't the same, Our beliefs are culture aren't in tandem,  Love knows no limit, it's the language of humanity, Small world, evenly connected, Where race and tongues failed, love will prevail. © Toobrightanthony 

Same script, same habit,  Same cycle of inactivity and docility, An act that wearies the soul and sickens the mind, The body is heavy, to weighty to move itself,  Stuck all day, a couch potato,  Dumbscrolling like a zombie without brain,  An hijacked mind, a victim of its own will, Having a perception of control, still a slave, Many are they, not a few, An hijacked mind, a slave in control.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Forgotten dreams, archived in our minds,  Deep inside crevices, buried deep in activities, First it was exciting, joyful and scintillating,  Then it became a by-word, spoken now and then,  Later it became a memory, that pops up now and then,  Finally it became a fossil, just like many others, Forgotten dreams are reminders, of what would have been,  Forgotten dreams are victims of playing it safe. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Live for the day, Plan for the morrow, Don't be in a haste, Follow life's pace. Rise at dawn, Sleep at dusk, Flow with nature, Follow life's pace. A thought at a time, An act at a time, Be present in each moment, Follow life's pace. © Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Lost time can't be gotten back, Like spilt milk, it's lost and irredeemable,  Just like the wind, we cannot trace its path, Slowly it moves, quickly it's gone, Just like that, a lifetime is spent,  Time once lost, is gone for good. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com