Don’t Gain The World & Lose Your Soul, Wisdom Is Better Than Silver Or Gold.”
― Bob MarleyHappy Birthday Mr. Marley, you still capture the world around you perfectly.
- 6th February
2012 - 06
- 27th December
2011 - 27
I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is the victory over self.Aristotle
- 7th November
2011 - 07
If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? Find your passion, whatever it may be.
Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen FOR you, TO you, and BECAUSE of you.T. Alan Armstrong
- 19th August
2011 - 19
I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires - Khalil Gibran
- 25th July
2011 - 25
- 3rd June
2011 - 03
Temps
Time is a strange thing. We feel trapped by it when we are too aware of its passage and it goes by too quickly when we are not. 
Time is a fragrance’s friend and its foe. The moment a scent bursts into the air is fleeting. It’s there one minute and gone the next, but for many of us, that moment also becomes still, the scent is all that matters. That’s so remarkable, how can something be temporarily static and moving all at once?
You must be wondering, ‘well that’s strange, why would anyone want to devote so much energy into something that doesn’t last?’ I guess I see it as existential in a way. I’m the type of person who seems to dwell on the past, generally, because it’s hard to let go of things, but also because I wouldn’t be who I am today without them.
Ironically enough, I’ve chosen a path that requires me to live in the moment. Every day. Excuse the pun, but I actually stop and smell the roses! If my nose catches a scent, I archive it. This is a moment to cherish, one to put in your memory bank. On top of that, I have been taught to create something that can transport someone to another realm. So I have to be on my game, an active imagination always needs a good dose of reality plus a pinch of razzle dazzle to spark it up.
It’s reality 2.0- enhanced, appreciated and preserved. Perfect for dreamers.
Ohhh if only you could smell something over the internet so people could share the love, but the only way to smell something and truly understand it, is in person. Either way, perfume should be worn for you, by you, here’s a chance to live in the moment and in doing so, you learn about yourself.
Fragrance is a lot like love in that it has a similar lesson: Saying goodbye always hurts but the only way to heal (even though some of us hate to admit it) is to love again. Even though it is bittersweet, and you want that goodness to stay, whether it be smelly or otherwise, we just have to remember that with every goodbye there will be another hello. So enjoy the moment, and find more. Keep listening to others’ stories and keep telling your own, cuz that’s just the way it goesss.
time warp clock photo via http://fasteddie.wordpress.com
- 25th May
2011 - 25
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty - Maya Angelou
- 25th May
2011 - 25
“A day can press down all human things, and a day can raise them up. But the gods embrace men of sense and abhor the evil.” - Athena to Odysseus
THIS TOTE BAG SAVED MY LIFE.
Today I was going to die. It was the end for me as I stared at my reflection through the window of the train. I sat there clenching my heart, gasping for air. Everything looked as it did moments ago but as the gears in my mind shifted to all the things that keep me up at night, I lost all control.
The lady beside me - bemused- asked me if I was alright. I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. Finally my stop arrived and I leaped out of my seat as if to soar only to find myself like a wounded pigeon, limping out as the doors shut behind me.
Still holding my heart to ensure it wouldn’t fall out of my shirt, I went towards my intended destination, the studio - a secret place that holds my hearts many musical intentions.
Why couldn’t I get my shit together? I asked myself. Why do I feel like bursting into tears? Is this an anxiety attack? I couldn’t think and I certainly couldn’t breathe.
I felt so stupid, so helpless.
I watched enough Tom Hank’s movies to know that I had no choice but to keep going. With the fervor of a storm trooper, I managed to make it to the front door and as I walked inside, before me was a gift. A tote bag carefully placed on a chair just for me.
“I just had to get it, it reminded me of you” he said.
I couldn’t tell what it was at the time, all I could zone into were the words “as lovely as aphrodite, as wise as athena”.
I believe in signs and this was one. Enough of one to snap me back into reality.
I’ve always ascribed to be a modern day Wonder Woman, even my dearest friends can make the association so why on earth do I doubt myself to the point of delirium?
Moral of the story: sometimes an old friend, a kind gesture, mixed with some cute swag is all we need to remember that everything is going to be okay. So Just Breathe.
(Source: zinaprince)
