Love is like a gentle breeze, Oddly makes you neither sweat nor sneeze. Very deeply in the heart it resides, Equanimity and peace it provides.   Love turns plural into dual, Owns not though and does not duel. Veracity of affection at its core, Ever happy and not wanting for more.   Love softly brings up a child, On one hand stern on the other mild. Veil of young age once removed, Everlasting sense of losing gently soothed.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book...

Men have ruled the world for thousands of years and in the last centuries women seem to be taking over. They are doctors, college professors, NASA engineers etc. There are still more men than women in politics, but even that can change. We all know that. What we do not know is, why men have been dominant for so long. There are several scientific theories answering this question, but none of them convincing. I read that in the following book: Yuval Noah Harari: Sapiens. A Brief History of Humankind. London: Vintage Books, 2014, more particularly in the following chapter: There Is No Justice in History,...

Imagine our planet would be a planet of friends. Imagine five friends set up a date to meet over cakes and coffee. They are supposed to meet at five, but the organizing one allows the other four to be late. He waits patiently for half an hour and then orders a chocolate cake. Instead of being impatient and angry, because somehow he has hoped that at least one of the four would show up a little after five, he enjoys the music in the coffee shop, observes customers and waiters and the time flies. At a quarter to six the first invited friend shows up, and at six the second one. They chat joyfully till...

Crimson sunset coming through the window, Touching a wrinkled forehead of an old man. His worn-out hands slightly trembling, While he is weaving perhaps his last basket.   His cell phone starts vibrating on a wooden shelf. He does not hear the rattling of the vibration mode, Yet he feels his son calling him on this odd device, So different from everything he grew up with.   His son greats him and speaks in a soft voice, Trying not to disturb his father’s fragile soul. Overwhelmed by concern about his old man, He tries not to show it in his voice.   “Who is going to finish this...

I often say to people: “Money is not everything.” They usually reply: “But you cannot live without it.” Both sentences are correct, only, in my opinion, they apply to different situations. We cannot live without a place to stay, food, clothes etc. These are our basic needs. Everything above it are luxuries, and in this case money is not everthing. It is at the point of luxuries that, in my opinion, we can talk about wishes in its real sense. If a homeless person wishes for a place to stay, this is not really a wish, it is a necessity. If somebody, on the other hand, already has a perfectly good...