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April 12, 2018



life is never an easy task 🙂 fully agreed, read an article from one of the monks, he mentioned that we should live like there is no tomorrow, be thankful everyday. Take care.

Humble Warrior

Sound like a good man, my condolunces. This is a good song as well. I believe your friend lived out Waltor's message. A great motto


I will never forget a quote that I read from the book "Tuesdays with Morrie".

Morrie said "Everyday, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be? Is today the day I die?"

I'll admit, I'm not ready today. And I probably haven't had that bird sitting on my shoulder often enough. And this serves as a good reminder. None of us will be notified when that day may be... Hence, it is important that every step we take in our lives is a step that will not result in regrets later.

Gotta call upon that little bird to be on my shoulder...

Take care and talk to you soon. Send my condolences to his family.


I agree. Life is so vulnerable..

RIP our good friend...


Very nice, touching and true! Do it now, tomorrow is promised to none as it says!


Thank you for sharing a lovely song.
There is no one that has not experienced this feeling of sadness, loneliness, and anxiety at the loss of a close friend or family member. We are thankful for the memories, which sometimes can seem more vivid in retrospect.

I will only share the well-known poem by the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas.
It was featured recently in the film "Intersteller".

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Beautiful Friday reflection! Thanks so much for all you share with us

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