Penny for my thoughts?

Got a penny, Sire?! A penny for my thoughts?! Well, get a jar of them, will ya?!

Thoughts are strictly prohibited. With a huge red sign!!! Why such a strong stance?! Why O’ Why?! Well, I think too much, or so have been told. So with a nod, this sunny gal decided, uh uh, no more thinking for me. With a firm shake of head! Aint gonna have any thinking up there. But then, a few random mavericks sneak in.

What knocked at me today is the L-word and its categorizations. Devine Love and having mentioned that, I’m still waiting for some urgent divine interventions here, ya know, anybody up there?! Why is it considered the highest form, if at all? Maybe, for the sole reason that it might be the most selfless feeling possible? Cuz I definitely don’t see G.O.D giving u a hug or a peck till you trod this planet, mate. Love for a fellow human(s) is pretty cool too. Consider, how the dynamics change with just a single ‘s’. I love animals. For what reason, I have no clue. I have always loved them. I’m thankful that the world could never make me cynical enough to part me with that feeling. You might love your car, your Louis Vuittons or your Manolo Blahniks. No one is taking that feeling away from you, hon!

I believe (and m totally up for a discussion!), more than what you love; it’s the feeling that’s more important. We, the best creation of nature and sadly, the worst, have the capability of feeling something. Well, then, you need to have a soul to feel something. Considering the number of bipedals roaming the planet without one, that’s a very tough thing to happen.

Does the author have a soul? The author definitely would like to believe so, vehemently. But then prohibition of thoughts precludes the debate on the possession of a soul or the lack of it. Maybe, that jar might help to make the day a little brighter and turn it into a love-lier world! :o)

Meta-whatever-phosis!

Metamorphosis, the process of change. Drastic, earth-shattering, subtle, impalpable.

Do you look back at yourself? Say… my o’ my, I did need that jolt. Or as some others might say, shit happens! Yes. It does. And yes. That jolt might have been the very need of the hour.
Anyhow. We all tag along tripping around the sun. Become wiser by a day. Hell, stay the same! Big deal, mate! Its your life after all. If you don’t screw it, who else will?!

So, do it. But do it well. Don’t do it whoosh-waashy. Nah, that ain’t so happening. Wanna cut your heart out? Wanna drill sense or nonsense, for that matter, into that big-a-brain of yours. High time! Sometimes, it takes quite long to see the bullcrap some bipedals try to pull on you. But behold. You’ll get it one day. Sooner or later. Doncha worry, Sugar. Well, even if you never do, there there, its not the end of the world. You’ll be dead anyway.

Quite morbid, am being. But, then, you need to pay me to write good stuff for you. Just kidding. Spread the cheer around, Sugar. Its such a wonderfull world. Full of such wonderful people. There, that was easy and free. Things ain’t so dark, eh?!

Did you travel to the end of the spectrum and back? Or you are rooted to the same spot.
Yesterday, it was a different you. Yesterday, it was a different me. Metamorphosis, the process of remaining the same. Drastic, earth-shattering, subtle, impalpable!

Change my face
But it won't erase.
I changed my heart
When my soul changed hands.
What if, when I find myself?
And, make new plans.