Your story can be a fairy tale, a drama, a tragedy, a struggle for survival, a story of triumph, or a story of defeat. It can also be about your business, your employee-manager relationship, how you build your own company, a relationship, or anything you consider interesting for you or others. After all, it will be your legacy. Yet, whatever it is, it is your story.

You can also tell your story in a poem.

She was a flower

Butterflies danced at the waving of her hair

She was that kind of fairy tale princess

Her voice attracted the singing of the birds

Wherever she moved

Spring moved along with her

Hi there, my friends,

If you don’t know if the road you are walking toward the completion of your purpose is the right one, perhaps you are already getting there. You’re closer to your destination than you think.

So, share with the audience if you feel you have arrived there or are still on the road. I told you already. You might be there already, only that you don’t know it.

What life brings or leaves

Dreams, memories, or grieves

A forgotten dawn, all gone

Of the Word I lost trace, and I fell from Grace

Everything we perceive, experience, and believe, we filter through the lens of our ego. We see all from within: our thoughts, beliefs, feelings, experiences, knowledge, and even people and events that populate our daily lives. Nobody can escape from this exercise. We're all prisoners of ourselves. Everything that happens outside, we capture it within, and it is this perception that makes the flickering shadows that shape our reality, our cave.

Words are like delicate flowers

Blossom like roses

Roses that hide their thorns

Sometimes, they have an intention

Yet, nurtured by indifference

To speak not a word is an option

197 Let’s live happily then, not hating those who hate us! Among men who hate us, Let’s dwell free from hatred!

Life is not a dream, it’s a poem

With stanzas like in a poem

The stanza of childhood

The stanza of love

The stanza of work

The stanza of family

The stanza of retirement

The stanza of aging

And the end.

In our relentless pursuit of happiness, we often find ourselves trapped in an endless cycle of seeking money, fame, comfort, and pleasurable activities such as sex and food. Although our lives revolve around this cycle, which can dominate our lives, it rarely leads us to true contentment.

§  I slept soundly, and I dreamed I was dreaming a dream

A cloudless infinite, borderless, blue, vastitude, snowed peaks

Watched at me, a pitiable creature from the unfathomable depths of my dream.

Since diverse information floods us all day long, we reach a point where we don’t know what to think about it all; hence, we doubt it. And in doubt, we don’t abstain but speculate. Therefore, we live in an era of speculation.

I have often heard that if no one has written the book you want to read, you should write it.

I did. I wrote not one, but seven.

I'm pleased to share two of the seven books I wrote: Capricious River and Tutankhamen Returns.

Questions I pondered upon while watching the sky on a starry night:

Do we have dreams while in the womb, and if so, I wonder, what was my first dream about? What was yours?

Do we have memories after death, and if so, I wonder, what will my first memory be about? What will be yours?

Please tell me how you feel when facing these questions and what your answers evoke. Is it your curiosity, or is it your experience, your doubt, or your hopes?

Come round, comrades.

Join me in a toast

Friends, and brothers, neighbours, compatriots

We must honour the woman

That accompanies us through

Throughout our lives, my friends

Since in a democracy, we, the people, consent to nothing but to impose our will while, in truth, we, the people, consent to all and impose nothing, we, the people, must consent that democracy is a paradox.

You can find the elusive inspiration for your book or poem in any possible or impossible situation. Let your imagination go wild, but in such a way that fiction blends faintly with reality.

Here is an example:

Today, I went to a Funeral Home for a ceremony in memory of a long-time friend.

Never ignore the stone you stumble over.

Under it hides a treasure.

I encourage you to discover it.

The stone you stumble over can be a bad decision, a problem, a challenge, or a failure. In all and each one, there is a precious lesson, an experience, and a real treasure that will help you greatly in your next steps. Go back and study them, analyze them thoroughly, what went wrong, what did I do wrong, what happened, and then, you will have the solution, and next time, you won’t fail. So, never ignore those circumstances because they may become valuable teachings that can lead you to success.

All answers to man's questions lay in man's history. Thus, we must study history  ⸺ we can't study the future  ⸺ to exit the labyrinth and cease the paradox created by knowledge.

And so today my friends, I will discuss the paradox of knowledge.

The paradox of knowledge is a fascinating concept that reveals the inherent contradictions in our pursuit of knowledge.

Have you ever felt as though your existence is akin to the plot of a novel, each twist and turn orchestrated by some unseen hand? The highs and lows, the moments of serendipity and despair, all seemingly penned by a ghostly author with a penchant for drama.

Do you live like you are following a script someone else wrote long before you were born?

Is your life like that of a fictional character? If so, do you know who is writing your life story, if it is not you?