To the Greatest Teacher, Muhammad Ali

Mohammad Ali (May he rest in peace)

There is still darkness where light shines. But it bows to the light. 

Submitting in awe at its fiery flames.
Muhammad Ali taught me that.
Even at the top of the ladder, at the top of the game, 

you never forget to help anyone at the first step.
Muhammad Ali taught me that.
A fighter never forgets where he got his energy from. 

Where he came from. To Whom he will return. 

He never forgets he belongs to God.
Muhammad Ali taught me that.
If you can imagine success, you're almost there. 

If you can accept failure, you're almost there. 

If you can get back up, you are there.
Muhammad Ali taught me that.
Put nothing before your faith, 

everything after your dreams, 

and anything is yours.
Muhammad Ali lived that.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
You were a teacher. You are a teacher. 

We're still learning your lessons. 
Thank you.

We are Ants

A small hardworking ant: so minuscule to the human eye, yet so vital in its natural functions. A player on a large team, but an individual in its survival. Most of the time, we too are ants-so carried away with the busy work, the day to day tasks, the collecting of things, so busy that we often can’t see the big picture. Like ants on a beautifully designed carpet, we scurry on not knowing that we are walking on beauty, simply because we cannot see the full design yet. It’s important we take a second and look around: to remember the destination and to remember that where we are is truly beautiful, in the present moment and in the greater picture…if we just took the time to reflect. So don’t just hear what's around you, listen. Don’t just look, see. Be a hard working ant, but remember you have the capability of looking at the big picture.

A Look in the Mirror

Imagine if mirrors never existed. Imagine for a second that a reflection of you was never seen–such that cameras were never used and when you saw that image in the water, it was never you. Imagine never knowing the appearance of that three-dimensional figure that encompasses your inner thoughts, desires, and dreams. But you wouldn’t be alone. Mirror mirror on the wall, wouldn’t exist for any or all. The only reflection you or any would have, is each other. To keep you in check & to point out your flaws, your friends would be mirrors. Your actions would be mirrors. Your thoughts would be mirrors, and your life; your life would be the ultimate masterpiece made by pieces of your everyday glass, finally mirroring who you really are. Then you will see. You will see that it never mattered your reflection, but what you reflected to the world.