New England. A sense of hope. American flags waving in crisp tender night looking at blue sky horizon. A sense of hope. America. Where everything is new, fresh and a new wave of thinkers, hoping for a better life, came to America where possibilities are endless. Charming 1900’s homes give you that little reminder that you are in a special place rich in culture.

From Thoreau, Emerson, Louisa May Alcott, these individuals part of the Transcendentalists movement were deeply unsatisfied with the frigid rules imposed by conventional society sought to give women and men equally, the right to freedom, liberties and a true sense of pursuit of individual well being and happiness. Self reliance, women’s rights advocates, environmentalists and a sense of belief that a human being in its pure sense of raw personality has a right to seek happiness in any way, shape and desire.

The individual should never be shackled by arbitrary rules or dictated on how to think, act, or live. True happiness comes from within, not from the world’s expectations.

At its forefront, the human experience has to be unleashed and experienced in its pure, raw and unaltered state. Its the only way to innovation and pushing the boundaries of society to unimaginable limits.

Today, in the gentle dusk of a New England evening, walking towards the sea and looking at horizon, that spirit still lingers in the air, waiting for the next wave of dreamers. The little sparks in the blue ocean at night kindly reminds you that the sun will shine bright tomorrow.

Just one more kiss.
Not too much to ask,
not too small a hope.

The sun rises,
spilling warmth over quiet hills,
and with it — possibility.

Hope lingers in the morning air,
soft as a whisper,
steady as the dawn.

Rolling hills undulate,
their curves alive with promise,
the horizon stretching wide,
inviting.

Somewhere out there,
one more kiss waits.

A tender maybe,
becoming a likely someday.

One remains hopeful.
Always hopeful.
For just one more kiss.

Love at times, misunderstood, profound, confusing, apathetic only seem to reveal itself in quiet times, solitude and moments of uncerstainty. What if? Really? Could be? Millions of questions run through our minds. Unanswered, provocative, unfiltered, raw, yet we cannot make a single comprehension of it all means. The absurd, the irrelevant, no one knows.

Women, in their beauty, independence, allure, and magic, have a sense of vulnerability that longs to be protected by a male presence. They crave the presence of a confident man, but at the same time, they want the magic, romance, and a sense of excitement.

The Ocean at times feels vast, the beauty of the unknown, the magic of serenity and the incredible feeling of things exist above and beyond.

There is magic hard to ignore and can only be appreciated. Times feels constant but nature is moving.

The beauty of colors. The wind bringing a sense of peace. Things are always moving but at same time feel constant. Do we appreciate things or overlook them? We should be happy regardless of circumstances. Things are never worse than what they seem to be. Enjoy your moments on this earth. Be grateful. There is magic to be found.

The heart beats at its own pace, like the drum of a lost love. Soft whispers, like a gentle Sunday afternoon wind, speak quietly to the heart. The ‘what ifs’ always remain—what could have been, or what still might be. No one knows, yet we comfort ourselves, believing we made the best possible decision given the circumstances.

My heart remains near a lake. I left it there. In the sand. Washed away. It is still beating. Hidden in the snow. Covered. Waiting to be unraveled. Maybe spring is coming?

So confused. So loved. So loving. I adore this lady. But her heart is somewhere else. Yet, she keeps reaching out. I know deep inside her, I remain a treasure in her soul. I need to get away. Give her space. Maybe, she will realize she has indeed a treasure in her hands. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Does it? I want to believe. Yet, my heard wants to wonder somewhere else. Maybe there is a better love waiting for me somewhere. But my heart remains with her. We share a connection hard to replace. Invaluable. Irreplaceable. At times, it feels magic.

The highs and lows of love. They feel confusing. You want to believe in magic of love but disappointment keeps shining the room. Maybe, maybe, this is what love is all about. Before you experience the ultimate joy which is love, you have to go through hurdles, obstacles, disappointments but there is light at end of tunnel.

As of now, lets keep believing. There is magic to be found, if you have the courage to believe. I remain patient.

Not sure what these feelings are but they come back with such intensity longing a person I deeply care about. How do you interpret these feelings? How do you make sense of them? Feels at times that things went the wrong way, unnecessarily. Could it have been a brighter and happier path together? Could it have been something magic? Could it? No one knows for sure but it definitely feels that something was left unexplored. A treasure trove was nearby but we turned at last yard.

Why we are afraid for breakups is simply because we fear the unknown. In essence most people dont know what they want but once they find it, they will know its exactly what they were looking for. In essence, we don’t trust that the next adventure could be as special as the previous one. If we trust the process and don’t look in the future as a blank space, no matter how grim the outlooks looks, you will be totally Ok. Trust yourself, trust the process and believe that something magical is bound to happen to you. Every ending holds the seeds of a new beginning.