On Life and Living: Essay

 On Life and Living: Essay

“Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale!” said Hans Christian Anderson. It is difficult disagree, I believe in the power of words. Words make it possible for our thoughts to travel through time and survive it. Imagination creates energy to believe and to create. In addition, we love, learn and grow; manifest and heal.

In real life, I am tired from pots and pants. I am not a housewife, more like a Princess promoted to the Queen status. I never was an ordinary woman. I am extraordinary and have power owned by information literacy that is obtained throughout daily continuing education. I am not a robot, and I am not happy that artificial intelligence rules life on social media.

Funny how time slips away. I am so lonesome, I could cry. Without love there is nothing to hold down to. The love keeps lifting us up higher.  Eventually, everything you love will eventually be lost Our fears do not stop death, and they stop life. Is it a fear of living? I think it is possible that love will return. Sometimes, love returns to earth from the universe in a different form. People say, after April showers come May flowers. When people love you, they pure hope in you. Those who we love do not go away forever, they walk beside us every day.

I am here, on planet Earth, because of my parents. I am a professional and always was a working mother. Besides, I am a Florida Author, poetess, love baking and knitting. Recently, a co-worker called me ‘the Renaissance person.” I always tried to live life to the fullest. Personally, for me, there always was a big joy and delightfulness to welcome, cradle, and raise a new life. Squeezing tiny fingers that resembled my own, knitting little boots for a newborn, celebrating life, acknowledging, and preserving the memories, which all are some components of life. To stay positive and share the joy with others: speak well, respond well, create well, because there is a delight in the everyday routine. The quality of life connected in the devotion to any family, professional responsibilities, and the society, in large. We are standing on the shoulders of people in our life from the past and bringing traditions in the best way we know, and by doing it, we are building the future. Past, present, and future make the trinity of life allied historically, sociologically, and even in individual physical health issues.

What is love? I would say, it is reaching out for the hand that was waiting, a who has a hand for me to lean on. Love is a powerful force of life. It is this binding element of dual attraction that steers our emotions and physical health. Love comes in different kinds of heart affairs. Beatles sang, “All you need is love.” No secrets, much about love remains a mystery. Life experiences taught us that they can be nurturing, humble, and healing, and it is typically worth every ounce of effort. There is a book written by evolutionary anthropologist Anna Machin titled “Why We Love.” Only in the dictionary, the word ‘love’ comes after the word ‘life.’ In retrospective, love makes life possible.

Tomshinsky@2026

Something Personal: Poem

 

Something Personal

Let me tell you something personal:

I am not getting old.

I am just becoming a classic example.

Because I believe in myself

When the room is silent.

I do not need anybody to clap for me.

I am proud of myself

When I fight my personal

Battles in silence.

The classic example

It is to rise and shine,

Smile and love life more than self.

Tomshinsky@2026

Loud Silence: Poem

 Loud Silence

I traveled the distance

And I discovered some silence.

Silence that you can hear.

I learned that that silence

Speaks volumes.

Silence has colors

When I am yellow

And feel blue and mellow.

When I am in the pink,

Silence is in golden ink,

Silence is a great teacher.

The quiet mind

Learn more and gain wisdom.

Let’s listen and learn,

Silence could be loud

When it has a beautiful sound.

When I am in the pink,

Silence is in golden ink.

Tomshinsky@2026

Bridge Light Poetry: Poem

 Bridge Light Poetry

I opened the window

And let the light in.

The first day of spring proof

Those brighter days are ahead.

The trees are taller than roof.

As a reader,

I trust in the next chapter.

I am the author

And the main character.

Why? – When flowers bloom,

So does hope.

My hope was wrapped in music

And artistic lyrics.

It was listened by ears

But went straight to the heart.

Music and dancing therapy

Bridge light my poetry.

Tomshinsky@2026

Instant Life: Poem

Instant Life

Live in the sunshine.

Swim in the ocean.

Drink the clean air.

Each ordinary moment

Could be treasured

When life is instant.

There’s no refund

For the life well-lived.

Tomshinsky@2026

Wilted Roses: Poem

 

Wilted Roses

The roses have wilted

But I cannot throw them away.

Memories wrapped around the pathway. –

Who gave them to you?

What happened?

Why can’t you throw them away? –

They remind me of life.

Everything has a beginning and the end

Like the roses that wilted,

Sweet and sorrowful like life.

I just cannot throw them away.

There are memories on the pathway.

It takes the origins to recollection

In tranquility,

Overflow personal emotions

Of the life well-lived

When roses wilted.

Tomshinsky@2026

Environmental Health: Poem

Environmental Health

After the cold blizzard,

The rain came down to soak us.

Now, my eyes can focus

On the growing crocus.

The eagles fly to dominate space,

And the nightingale sings

To conquer the soul.

The falling rain

Give me environmental pain.

I do not have tears.

Rain cries before my eyes and ears.

What do I do with my fairs?

Eagles fly to dominate space

Nightingale sings to conquer the soul.

I am still standing before the fall.

Tomshinsky@2026