Life has never been a straight road. In a lifetime, one comes across crossroads, potholes, u-turns, uneven grounds, and sometimes, to a dead end.

I have been weighed down with such feelings lately. My life revolves around choices I could not think of as my own. Choices I must make whether big – small – easy – hard – or yet – painful.

At the point I could say that I am faced with such. A crossroad - four paths going in four totally different directions. Right in front of me is this brand new road. Smooth, brightly lit, and awaits a promise of a whole new world of opportunities.

Behind me is a war-torn battlefield. It’s laden with obstacles and tormented with bloodied war memoirs. The road stretched on for miles and what used to be a glorious, mighty, formidable and highly respected place is now reduced to nothing more than ashen ruins. This is my past that has shaped the strong part of me.

To the road at my right, a vast empty space spreads over the horizon. Not a single soul in sight. Just peace – plain perfect peace. A place that signifies the resting place of my tired soul. Peaceful indeed, yet empty. I rest there often, with my eyes closed and with a heart and mind praying deeply for that something I can’t seem to find.

On the left, I see all the things I’ve ever dreamed of. A life anyone would dream of. Love’s promise of eternal contentment waiting to be received. Yet I hesitate - because nothing in this world is permanent. In the end, it may just be another short-lived mirage.

Choices. Crossroads. We are all made to inevitably make choices. We have always been the masters of our souls. And whether or not these decisions make or break us, one fact that hurts so much is that nothing can take it back. No rewinds. No going back. Time won’t stop. And what hurts even more is that time may not be enough to patch our deeply cut wounds. I feel like I’m in a mudslide sinking deeper day by day.

Life is more than just the decisions you make. More than what the most experienced people say it is. More than our every day encounter with the world. For me, life is what I have right now. It can never be completely mine. Yet I hold on to what’s keeping me alive and what’s giving me strength each day because I’ll never know when I’ll truly smile again.

Food art is one of the evident product of human imagination. Our ability to form mental images that are diverse and our capability to technically and resourcefully make these conceptual images takes us to greater heights. ” These are certainly weird but you are also capable of allowing your mind to think different. Try to tweak your mind’s eye!

“Most famous inventions or entertainment products were created from the inspiration of one’s imagination.” - wikipedia

Talking about having the usual boring day everyday… Some unusual and BIZARRE things would really wake you up! Who in the world would be creating these toilet seats and urinals? Well, brace yourself for you are about to see how some people could really be so outrageously “creative”! *wink

This is how an audiophile writes a poem…

Sweetest Drug

By: 4udi0ph1l3 “T”

It took
one look
and forever lay out in front of me.

I wish that I could take a journey through your mind
And find emotions that you always try to hide.

I don’t want another pretty face
I don’t want just anyone to hold
I want you and your beautiful soul

I know this much is true,
Baby, you have become my addiction.
I’m so strung out on you.

There I was
thought I had everything
figured out.
But it goes to show just how much I know
bout the way life plays out

I know that you are something special,
To you I’d be always faithful.
I want to be what you always needed,
Then I hope you’ll see the heart in me.

If you just realize
What I just realize.
That we’d be perfect for each other
And we’ll never find another.

Say you care for me,
You know I care for you,
You know…that I’ll be true.
You know that I won’t lie,
You know that I would try,
To be your everything.

I do believe that there’s a love you wanna share
I’ll take good care of you lady, have no fear.
So, then it’s all because of you…
Never get enough,
You’re the sweetest drug.

“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”

-Aldous Huxley