Erik Pevernagie

Journeys of love can be stunning and desperately exhausting. Love implies hope, but numerous are the impediments and the road may be covered with shipwrecking obstacles, since love is mystery, doubt, fear, pain and sometimes war or hell. ( " Those journeys of love" "Cape of good Hope " )

Life is a game and people love games. But games need rules. Most children’s plays or guileless entertaining assume rules. Without rules we cannot play and without play we cannot enjoy life. ("When forgetting the rules of the game" )

Time' can be pitiless. Time is able to convert the flame of love into a mood of restraint. A paradise of adulation can become a setting of animosity and ecstasy can change into indifference. Mutual complicity can become a balance of power and heaven can turn into hell. Eventually only a best friend remains ː ' Me, myself and I' . Erik Pevernagie

Falling in love is like entering a promised land that offers hope and dreams. It is like a room filled with romantic ecstasy and intense comprehensiveness, putting everything in the shade. ( " Another empty room" )

The past becomes our second personality. It is our intrinsic safety code, irrespective of a potential love hate relationship. It may become our guardian angel and protect us from a bleak blind alley, since it knows that “we” know and we know the colors of its cards. Experience is a tough master and knows the tricks of the trade. It teaches us how to play. ( " Not without the past" )

By decluttering our mind we can liberate mental forces that can inflame inspiring sparks of creativity. A singular flash or a particular flair on an unusual day can arouse a flood of stimulating thoughts. When we take ourselves off guard and our mind set by surprise we can stir an array of inventive ideas. ("A flair of inspiration" )