Mental Clarity Space

If you want a new idea, read an old book an adage associated with Ivan Pavlon. A tale of an old man and a boy is told where two wolves are always fighting within him and in the soul of every person. One wolf was filled with anger, hate, jealousy, shame and lies. The other wolf was full of love, joy, truth and peace. The boy asked the old man which wolf would win the battle. The old man calmly answered, “the one you feed”. This had been the outlook of our evening next to the fireplace with the old man. Every Saturday we gathered at his place, enjoyed the beautiful scenic view with diversified distinct tree species, cool breeze, bird melodies and a healthy diet. His nuggets of wisdom were our favourite basic consumption. Excited for the new lesson learnt, he asked if we had been to the mountain peak. We gazed at him blankly since we had never set foot. We had heard captivating stories from the travellers and we all had one wish and desire, to visit the mountains. Smilingly, he narrated ...

I sat thinking of his charming love. I yearned for his love with every new day dawn and the break of new dusk. The lover he was in my pretty simple world. I can hardly forget how he gazed at me and reminded me of his undying love for me. The long nature walks, holding hands; smooches under the moonlight… were events I upheld so tight. His messages, left me crazily driven and speeding on the highway of his love. The beautiful names were an inviting pool I dived into and drowned with no lifesaving gears. His life was my life, his business was mine, and I trusted him more than my soul. All I wanted was an empire; a king and his queen; yes a castle for two. Nothing was more beautiful than discovering the mutuality that existed between us. I still remember one evening; we walked along the coastal beaches, awed in the beauty of the blue waters. He looked into my eyes, marvelled by the gaze I barely could wait for the next move, he bent and wrote my name on the grains of sand. What more co...

My first love is identified with pureness and genuineness, Sacrifice for my fulfilment, Protection and provision, This is indeed a true Profession of unfailing love, Love that soar in tears to see me in reap in tears of joy, Love that preferred to wear different eyes, Just to overlook the filthy reality, And teach me the real and true morals, Love that had attested failure in its first attempt, But attempted to love me, With the hope “IT” would be, My guiding principle in life choices, Love that was hated but taught me to love the haters, Talking about my profession of True Unfailing Love, This is the love that taught me, To believe in my abilities, No success without sacrifice, Love that taught, Me to be contented with what I have, To withstanding the stormy weather,  And, Stand for what I believe in, Love that taught me to become a victor in my victimization, Rejoice in frustration, I mean turning adversaries to added my advantages, Though ...