come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Let’s try it again
even if it has become a spindle of black thread,
let’s keep weaving our stories.
A process of evolution over iterations of versions,
before we realize, we’ll find wings behind.
Let’s keep weaving our stories,
to materialize the dreams and hopes.
5.19.2025
In retrospect,
apathy was the only way to cope
with what was intolerable, beyond the limit.
When energy in every fiber of nerves were spent
while the machine kept on churning,
there was nowhere to turn for help,
and the fire before our eyes kept flickering,
so I knew I had to hold the line with all I had.
After all that has happened,
somehow I live yet another day to tell the tale.
This scratch of apathy is a reminder of the past
and a fragment of the reason why I need to reach my goal.
5.18.2025
Come on, up we go. Let’s get up.
I thought we’d made good progress so far,
but the mountain is far larger than I thought a minute ago.
Don’t you worry. Just keep your eyes on the goal.
And remember the feedback.
Thank them for their teaching.
For it guides you to the rightful path.
5.17.2025
I delight in moment like this,
when my thoughts align in harmony.
To have started with the right kind of cause,
and find myself in the company
of those I admire and applaud,
and be available to partake in the symphony.
5.16.2025
Hey, I’m glad you are here.
I see the long tunnel of darkness you’ve come through.
Thank you for holding on, in spite of it all.
I am here now, thanks to you.
Let’s cherish the light, the sunrise, and the sunset.
And when you are ready, if you want, let’s focus on bringing the light and refuge to those that may need them.
5.15.2025
From surfing on the ocean waves
to treading through a sand desert,
over thousands of stony steps on mountains,
under the shadows in between concrete buildings,
stories were witnessed, relationships were explored, and philosophies were tested.
Shooting stars collided, molten iron struck, and heavy doors opened.
What so far remains true: ever-contagious smile of joy, undeniable sweat from humble diligence, and ever-shining glimmer of hope.
5.14.2025
I started to write.
At first, it was awkward, like trying to cook without a recipe,
adding fancy ingredients, thinking it would make it look decent,
only to make it a chaotic mix of all colors.
But after the third or fourth try, it starts to ooze out.
Like bullets of sweat drops dripping in a sauna,
words are spilling out — the truer the words, the more addictive they become.
And when I looked up because I needed to drink and eat,
Hours had gone by, and I wanted to let out more.
It’s as though I’ve finally learned the meaning of words.
The construct of the world pieced together in mind,
more concrete than the grain of sand in my hand.
As I let go of fear — I started to see.
5.12.2025
What do you value the most?
The answer will help anchor yourself.
Try, have courage to be honest.
Yes, it’s painful, but it’s worthwhile.
There is no other day to spare.
So, dream fearlessly.
5.11.2025
To call upon your counsel and hear your advice,
is one of the privileges I cherish in our friendship.
To implore into the unknown,
and to look sideways to find a like-minded is a tremendous gift.
To be of service to one whose trajectory I admire is a humbling honor.
Discreetly, we seek ways to achieve our common goal.
We keep checks and balances for fair principles of the greater good.
We celebrate our shared path amidst the climb towards the peak.
My friend, the journey has been enriched by your presence.
Thank you.
5.10.2025
If your words were true,
then put your skin in the game,
and prove your words with your actions.
Keep the warmth of the people close to your heart.
Remember your anchors.
Breath. Focus. Move.
5.8.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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