MEMENTO MORI WITH FIREWORKS

Recent developments in my life made me reach the following conclusions: 

Life is short.
Do your own thing if it’s of benefit for you and your neighbor.
Sounds corny but we are here to give the amount of love we have been endowed with.
Whatever the quantity of love, give it, show it selflessly , if you can. Don’t shy away. We are running out of time.
Don’t expect people to love you back equally or at all.
Love means forgiveness (forgive yourself and others ) or spending time with your nagging grandmother.
Love does not mean you are free of judgement, envy or hate. Love means honesty with yourself, first. It means if you judge, just try next time no to do it.
If you fail, don’t worry, get up and try again.
You’ll see if you practice. One day it will conquer you and swallow you and you will be able to give it freely to everyone and everything.
It’s like learning a language.
It’s not the amount of love you give but the quality . From the heart. Truthfully, not half heartedly. But with full heart, true heart. To hell with the lies self deception and excuses.
Let’s try one day at a time. Don’t be a perfectionist. Let yourself fail but never give up to learn how to truly love.
Cheers to you. Safe waters ,calm seas and lots of smiles on your face in the midst of the storm. There sure as hell will be storms. You bet on that!
No matter what shit happens!
Shit will always happen but it will also pass.