Life is a precious commodity; investing in oneself holds greater value than gold and silver. The pursuit of immortality and youth prompts the question: is it worth the search? As we learn life's art, regrets and guilt linger, leaving us to wonder. We are complex in every way, yet we both destroy and need each other. Nothing compares to the preciousness of life, not even gold and silver. Human connections, the building blocks of connectivity, sustain us in earthly relation

Alive, I stand, by this flowing stream, Lost in a tranquil, beautiful dream. The valley's gift, a treasure to behold, In its soothing embrace, my story's told

What if you could remember your dreams and find every opportunity to chase them? Take every leap, endure the deepest and darkest nights, just to catch a glimpse of hope, a door opening to a galaxy of opportunities. 

Your fragile beauty, a paradox— both a warning and a promise. In moments when shadows close and no refuge can be found, I feel like a bird within its cage, yearning not just to escape, but to understand my wings.  So I turn to you. Opium poppy, teach me your ecstasy— not to numb, but to awaken. In your bloom, I see the dance of light and dark, the fragile balance of life’s fleeting grace.  Guide me beyond mere survival, toward a legacy shaped by resilience, where even in h