Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength --or else we die.