Beauty & Meaning

The speed of life No one can discern, From birth to death,  Our paces aren't same. Each wuth his path, To journey to the end, Some travel fast, Some travel short. The journey of life, Begins from birth, Then from there, We journey to the end. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Empty your soul in ocean of words, Ride the waves of your turbulent emotions, Navigate the landmines of human peculiarities, Paint pictures with the power of metaphors, Make magic with the wand of your pen, In any way you choose, just create art. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony. 📸@shuttershock

Write the catchy lines, write the dull lines, Write the rhythmic lines, write the boring lines, Write when you feel like, write when you feel down, Write in your peak time, Write in your down time, You won't always create sweet art, just keep creating art. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Peace in chaos, immune from the word, The noise is outside, within is still, The noise of the hive, is blocked from the mind, Strength is peaceful, not loud or forceful, The strongest of us, are the most peaceful of us. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@Google.com

Stay idle, no sound in solitary ambience,  Silence, no noise, alone but not lonely,  Closed eyes, open mind, feel every senses of your body Pause, relax block out the world, enter your mind, This is how, you get in touch with yourself. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

We all have limits, because we are human, We run on blood, not on batteries, The body breaks down, when it reaches its limits, We are humans, that is why we breakdown. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Wasted day, time badly spent,  Tick tick, a life is being ruined, Mindless scrolling, from dawn to dusk,  A lot to do, nothing gets done, Clicks and likes, engaging the mind, Buzz and pings, the soul is engaged, A day is wasted, a life gets ruined. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Love unconditional, feelings untethered, emotions unhindered, just It is meant to be, Memories are created, histories are stored,  growing together forever, just as it is meant to be, Give and take, no hoarding love, just to innocent hearts in love, just as it is meant to be. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Your first line mustn't be perfect, you just have to start, Your first step mustn't be bold, you just have to move, Your first art mustn't be phenomenal, you just have to create it, Nothing great was perfect from the onset,  Perfect is the enemy of execution. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A perfect world seeks imperfection, A spotless world yearns for the tainted, The strongest of all is defeated by the softest, The unique seeks the mundane, Man wasn't built for perfection, he was created for collaboration. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

When the lines doesn't form, and the thoughts doesn't align, I pray you don't give up, or forget why you started,  When the muse seem lost, and the rhythm is scattered, I hope you don't pack up, or forget the genuis thar you are, The days will come, it will all seem dark, muse will be scarce, it will all seem block, That's when you shouldn't tap out. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

first page jottings, ramblings unending, Words without rhythms, thoughts without meaning, Many written lines, nothing communicated, Digging deeper, to find nothing, the well is dry, Broken flow, warped phrases, it is not connecting, Another day, without the muse. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Half year gone, six months down the line, It happened so fast, slowly, time travelled, Tick tock, seconds become days, Half way through, the journey thus far, With each day break, the journey continues, The year travels on, without our will. © Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The body is created for movement,  This is why it has joint in most parts, Each parts is should be moved daily, Sitting and laying is revolting to the body, The body is meant for movement not idleness. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Your best is someone else’s worst  Your end is someone else's beginning, Your Highest is someone's else’s lowest, Your intelligence is someone else’s mediocrity, These and more, are many reasons to be humble. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Broken heart, bleeding soul, Saddened spirit, drenched in regrets, Love comes, with its baggage, Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it hurts. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com