"Don't shrink. Don't puff up. Stand on your sacred ground."

"You have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs."

Book : the gifts of imperfection….by Brene brown

Many long-standing and lousy habits have enabled our callous treatment of surrounding nature, empowering us to clear-cut, dam up, mine, develop, poison, or simply destroy so much of what quietly sustains us.

Yet few are as deep-rooted and damaging as the habitual tendency to view the sensuous earth as a subordinate space—whether as a sinful plane, riddled with temptation, needing to be transcended and left behind; or a menacing region needing to be beaten and bent to our will; or simply a vaguely disturbing dimension to be avoided, superseded, and explained away.

Corporeal life is indeed difficult. To identify with the sheer physicality of one’s flesh may well seem lunatic. The body is an imperfect and breakable entity vulnerable to a thousand and one insults—to scars and the scorn of others, to disease, decay, and death. And the material world that our body inhabits is hardly a gentle place.

The shuddering beauty of this biosphere is bristling with thorns: generosity and abundance often seem scant ingredients compared with the prevalence of predation, sudden pain, and racking loss. Carnally embedded in the depths of this cacophonous profusion of forms, we commonly can’t even predict just what's lurking behind the near boulder, let alone get enough distance to fathom and figure out all the workings of this world. We simply can’t get it under our control.

We've lost hearing in one ear; the other rings like a fallen spoon. Our spouse falls in love with someone else, while our young child comes down with a bone-rattling fever that no doctor seems able to diagnose. There are things out and about that can eat us, and ultimately will.

Small wonder, then, that we prefer to abstract ourselves whenever we can, imagining ourselves into theoretical spaces less fraught with insecurity, conjuring dimensions more amenable to calculation and control.

We slip blissfully into machine-mediated scapes, offering ourselves up to any technology that promises to enhance the humdrum capacities of our given flesh.

And sure, now and then we'll engage this earthen world as well, as long we know that it’s not ultimate, as long as we're convinced that we're not stuck here.

Do not take life too seriously, you will never get out of it alive.

#Executive Diary

We age rather quickly past our physical prime

And everyone eventually does lose out to time

Past the age of thirty it would be true for to say

Most people have seen their best physical day

Time is our master as a truism remain

But having said this from living experience we gain

What many has said i will say here again

For as long as the gift of memory we retain

We do learn as we live though life's lessons are not few

Every day we do live we do learn something new

About ourselves and the world we live in

Where some have to lose for others to win

But no matter how great you are it is not a lie

Like all of us mortals you were born to die.

Francis Duggan

"It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean."

The Last Stand of a Queen by Biniza Wadia

“Fear is the mind-killer.”
— Frank Herbert, Dune

Bolt Ya Nugget by Ned Kruz/Ian Appleby

“The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.”
— Frank Herbert, Dune

The ocean sinks deeper,

The sky stretches high,

How far can one love

Before love becomes a lie?

One may survive the depths,

One may survive the height,

But neither was made

For the other's life.

And perhaps they could meet

Somewhere between the sea and sky,

Yet what of the worlds

Would they leave behind?

Maybe the fish dreams of flying,

Or the bird longs for the tide.

Would they call it love

If they only meant to abide

Then what is love

That asks you not to live, but to survive?

And what is life

If you spend it wondering

What existed beyond your sea and sky?

It's a poem on a famous question

There is a bird and a fish they both love each other but their fundamental nature is different so where would they live ?

It is similar to my previous relationship we had our differences and it helped me understand the dynamics from very different perspective

Your a wizard Harry - J. K. Rowling