Choice

We are here for only while, to laugh or cry to frown or smile. To be rich or poor, to love or hate, to be single or to mate. All but the time is our choice. mr mel  

Life

Birth is the planting of the seed of a life. Living is the maturing of that seed. Death is the blooming of the flower.  It is only through death that one has the opportunity to experience the true beauty of their life. mr mel mr mel

Winter of Life

As you are entering the winter of your life there is only one way to keep warm, wrapping yourself with the knowing  of unconditional love. mr mel 

Choices

It is said that all of life is about choices.  Is this so?  Who would choose to be depress?  Who would choose to live in poverty?  Who would choose to be homosexual?  Who would choose to be disabled? Who? Who? Only the strongest. mr mel