What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Gratitude overwhelms me, pure and deep,
a treasure the soul forever will keep.
It makes me wonder how blessed I stay,
in every breath, life’s grace lights my way.
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Gratitude overwhelms me, pure and deep,
a treasure the soul forever will keep.
It makes me wonder how blessed I stay,
in every breath, life’s grace lights my way.
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
“My dear,” my mother said, “life is not a race.
Walk it with grace, don’t rush the pace.
The world may be noisy, but peace you’ll always find,
It rests in your heart, not somewhere outside.”

How do you plan your goals?
I plant my aims like seeds in spring,
Give them the sun that small hopes bring.
Step by step, I let them grow,
Patience the path, and time the flow.
Create an emergency preparedness plan.
Pack love, some laughter, a calm state of mind,
For storms may pass, but these you’ll find
Are what outlast the winds and rain,
The true supplies when life’s insane.
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
Carry a spark no wind can dim,
A song of hope, a steadfast hymn.
Through every road, both rough and true,
Let it remind the world of you.
What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
What’s the cost of a plate, if the heart feels fed?
Gold on the table or a word once said?
Is it the flavour or who you’re with that stays?
Was it money well spent, or just one of those days?

What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Carrom, for me, is more than a game,
It’s life in miniature: corners, rebounds, aim.
Each strike a choice, each miss a lesson,
A quiet duel of chance and intention.
What do you think gets better with age?
Not all that fades was meant to stay,
But wisdom grows in a quieter way.
Experience walks where haste once ran,
And shapes the soul far more than plans.