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" )

Since consumption is seen as a promising way to fulfillment and happiness, it has become an essential manner to impress the world around. Thus, financial status and outward appearance have become a required proof of self accomplishment and success. Sorry, insufficient funds, goodbye!

Is happiness not just a phenomenon in our imagination or a result of a personal interpretation?

Many are prepared to live a life of “wishless” happiness and undemanding contentment, when escaping from bad luck in the nick of time or just being lucky, once in a while, is a satisfactory option. ( " Happiness blowing in the wind. " )

Many can't help faking happiness on account of social pressure. Happiness can be viewed as a social duty and sadness is socially not acceptable. ( "C’est quand le bonheur ?" )

We may perceive silence as hell or feel it as stilled happiness that brings us into harmony with our individuality. Some atoms or particles of sounds can, nonetheless, coincide with silence and create a mood of soothing relief. So, can the gentle roaring of the waves induce calmness and open another dimension to a cosmic experience. (“Sounds of silence”)

By going down the steps to the unrevealed edges of life and finding out the things we don’t know, we seek out the very nature and identity of the unidentified. ( “ Steps in the unknown" )

By recurrently standing back, assessing the daily events, taking time to correct the range of vision and evaluating what is authentic in life, we create space for reflection and spiritual regeneration. The construction of momentous and mindful intermissions allows us to update our identity and readjust our personality. ( "Svp "Arrêt sur image" )

By transcending our daily reality and embarking on an alternative journey we create an opportunity to taste the many nitty gritties of life. Going beyond the day to day contingencies and the usual concerns, allows us to recognize ourselves better by figuring out the mystery and the anonymity of our surrounding world. ("Transcendental journey")

Cherishing the sweet reminiscence of the early hours of life can be experienced as real enchantment: Those hours when fantasy is given wings and imagination allows us to sail with our paper boats through the stern roads of our constricted life. ( "Paper boats forever" )