Not to give a look that one’s heart trembles.

Not to write a script that hurts someone.

Reminding myself that the world is blissful.

And our hearts aren’t the only hearts.

Reminding myself not to respond vengeance with less than love.

And not to respond deception with less than honesty.

Reminding myself that I must be silent against outcries.

And to shine at darkness.

Reminding myself to learn to surge like a spring.

And to learn purity from the sky.

Reminding myself that stones are very lonely, reminding myself.

One must  also treat stones very gently, lest breaking its stone heart.

Reminding myself that to learn and to teach I was born.

Not to repeat the mistakes of my ancestors.

Reminding myself that I love life.

Reminding myself if anytime the value of life was forgotten,

To stare at the eyes of the mute animal that is going to abattoir,

To realize the significance of being.

Reminding myself the one’s entangle of lonesomeness and heartache,

can only be open by his own heart.

Reminding myself to never fear from truth,

and to not threat one from truth.

Reminding myself that I’m alive, that I am.