When life gives you a lemon,
squeeze it, mix it with an egg and 2 tablespoons of olive oil,
pour it on a clean surface, and then wipe it with a cloth. Spray some surface cleaner, and wipe again thoroughly;
and then cut that cloth in two, and throw it.

Yeah.

Sometimes it's ok to not know how to deal with Life.
Sometimes Life's only about not giving up.
The rest of it gets figured out on its own.

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Dear YQ,

you were there,
when life didn't play fair;
you were there,
when nights bled despair;

you were there,
when for love, seldom did I care;
you were there,
when poetry filled my lungs, & ink my air;

you were there,
when solitude embraced me unaware,
for only you were there,
when my pen lay my soul bare.

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You're that painting,
that I'd smudge a little every night;
for, it would break my heart
to wake up to a finished portrait of yours...

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Where you think God is, God is.

Where you think God isn't, God still is.

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Dear YQBaba,
I'm afraid that I #disagree with you as well.

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To the world,
she still was a woman who held many responsible positions,
while "Baby", is what I called her.

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If writers stop writing,
it means that their hearts've healed.
If not, their next work is going to break yours.

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I once read a book.
I didn't quite like it, then.
It ended abruptly.
Today I read it again.
It didn't feel that bad.
It reminded me of you, dear friend.
For, this time I skipped the preface.

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The art of silent victory.

Help your enemies,
and don't let them know that it was you.

You Win at an other level.



You Heal.

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No. Don't write to heal. Atleast, not always.


Sometimes, your vulnerability is a privilege

you ought to honor with solitude.

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