http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ochu The original writings of author Ochu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007761 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life is pain. Each day that we wake we experience physicaland emotional pain. We regret, we hate and weep for things we’ve lost.  This is common between each and every one ofus, and nothing can change that. One might ask why live in a life full of pain,and misery. Why not just die.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332577/ As the day fades i find myself thinking more and more of what Ive lost. Perhaps it is the dying light that reminds me that all things come to an end. The body that has been broken and the mind that has been shattered. It becomes hard not to dwell on what sadness surround me. I look for stren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332566/ There is a Buddhist saying that goes. “Thousands of candlescan be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases bybeing shared.” To share happiness with another person is a great thing, butwhat of those of us who’s candl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332565/ Life is full of expectations, that we will grow up to be married, or grow up at all. That the friend or family member we love dearly will be there in the morning, but expectations don't always come true. Sometimes, lives are cut short. Sometimes we wake up to loss and regret, for things unsa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332563/ Memories of whats lost destroy your mind, so think of the joys of what has yet to be. As the future hold nothing but potential. While the bad becomes a memory, the good shall become your life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332560/ As the moon rises high above, shining a dull graceful light upon the land below. It grants us the beauty of the darkness and light in which to see it. What contrast to its counter part, the blistering heat filling the sky and burning our skin, yet we need the suns light to survive. The moon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332558/ a short poem on how little we care about the things that matter most http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332557/ The balance of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ochu/1332556/