My Mom With my mom, I start to find that seven months having passed, there are times when I realise I haven't been thinking about the suffering of my mom as much as I had used to to when she had passed away. Though when I realise that I haven't, I think for a moment to remember the suffering she went through because deep down, I don't ever want that memory to leave me. It drives me to do what I want to do in life. My life will be lived doing things in the memory of the person who needed 'hope' the most and come the end of everyday, I think hope is all that most people ever really look for, hope for love, for a certain career, for a certain event, moment, or kindness, anything and everything. Like they say, the pain will be unbearable at first, but eventually will go, and such is true. Through all that I've thought about with her, that maybe I had failed her; all I take now is the memory of how beautiful her life was, but so too the suffering she went through, prior to her illness and through her illness also. Her life made me into the man I am today. Her memory will turn me into the man that I will be in the future. Love With love, I'll get back to this. Intention And my intention and how do I go about it. Well as I once read, 'You begin saving the World by saving one person at a time. All else is grandiose romanticism or politics' (Charles Bukoswki). Perhaps I was naïve to say that I would want to save the World. That is 'grandiose romanticism' at the utmost, but I can sure as hell change it, that indeed I will believe in. God doesn't give you a dream for you to waste; he gives you a dream because within yourself, that dream is exactly what you are capable of! I still have a long way to go. Every seventh thought I doubt myself; but this is my belief channelled by the intent of one person only and I will continue to believe this is who I am and that this is what I'm meant to do. Believing is all that it takes.