‘It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of the deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…[And] if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly. (Theodore Roosevelt)

I was listening to Oprah’s super soul sunday with Dr. Brene Brown and she mentioned this quote by Theodore Roosevelt and how it changed her life forever as she was affected by comments persons made to a speech she did on TED Talk. I visited the quote and I shook my head and said..YES. As different as we all are so too are our opinions and if we respect each other’s individuality then we ought to respect their opinion, regardless how hurtful or flattering it is.

We never know where the opinion comes from- what hidden place it reared its head and knowing this fact why should it affect us? Everyone has hidden bowls filled with water unsettled by the waves of life, it crashes against the walls of everything we believe in. Sometimes the water is throw overboard and this is your emotion thrown. If it catches you , you get wet but you are forgetting you can dry it off. We cannot let people’s wet emotions flood our inner bowl of peace. You can’t possibly carry yours and theirs. Your bowl will burst. So protect your inner bowl.

People will always speak.People will always have to throw away baggage. Don’t let it hit you coming from their space.  We all have our own burdens to bear.



Have you seen the movie the King’s Speech? If you have then you will have no problem revisiting the scene when during one of the King’s therapy class he donned some ear plugs and read aloud without any interruption. Well here art imitates life and switch the scene to 2013 where a similar student has the same problem like King Edward and he donned an earphone and read aloud..for the first time.

Sadly Mushy, the boy, was bullied by his peers because they are still learning that we are all different. Mushy refused to be silenced despite his major speech impediment and talked he did. Moral of the story…as ever finger print for every human being is different, so too are all of us. Its a human lesson that we all must learn, some of us the hard way. Uniquely created, individually perfected, the human specie is flawless. Let us celebrate this every day we wake and see the beauty of the world.


NATURAL LOVE – by Kirkland Horatio

1476297_10152649188156758_68211850_n’s MONDAY and you are not here …I sit here in this cold office and think back on your warmth and the weekend that was – the way my body conformed to you (almost obedient and child-like) in an unforgiving bond

…I crave you

…I miss you

…I need you

…I want  you so much

…I wish to return to you

…you are so firm, so well-built

…so, so nice and broad (just the way I like ’em)

…letting you go this morning was the hardest thing to do, but I had to leave – we knew this was coming, so I had to face the world without you and being the man that I am – I had to be strong

…know that I almost turned back, but I knew full well that if I did, I would have mounted you once more – oh God how I wanted to …I would have stayed in you all day this time …in you all day, and well into the night! …I can’t wait to see you again though – but alas, I can’t wait to jump all over you again

…my beautiful queen

…my queen sized bed, there for me always – until we meet again!

…with love:

Kirkland Horatio!



“Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It’s seeing through the facade of pretence. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.” -Adyashanti

Now let us start by knowing ourselves. Now THAT is Enlightenment.



“The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.”
— Gilles Deleuze, “Mediators” (via c-ovet)