It is easy to be washed up by changing tides of thoughts, especially when there’s pain to feel. Already washed up to the shore by then pain. But, attached to it is the obligation of feeling. Our ability to choose whether to acknowledge or ignore the pain is based on both, the amount of pain […]Read More Feeling the Pain
The essence of “living in the moment” is a conundrum to many of the humans. But, I also believe that being fond of history – however young or old – is miraculous, at times. Most of these miracles happen in our daily lives and we don’t give a dime about them. Take for instance, our […]Read More Chain Reaction
Hands of the wall-clock quietly pass through midnight and the only things left to address from the day are mistakes. Mistakes that embarrassed you, or made you scared of being embarrassed. Mistakes – some are new, most others are repeated. Sometimes in the moments, the dynamics of a set of fallacious principles governing our ability […]Read More Too Late to be Drowsy?
It may have something to do with the habit of day-dreaming, but for some, conversations are more vibrant and sometimes more noisy. The brain cycles between listening, understanding, judging, countering, and winning an imaginary argument. But you don’t always win arguments, some you lose. Which is why you choose not to say what might make […]Read More Observing Strongly
More than as it might seem to you dear reader a problem of geometry, this is a conundrum about the dynamics of desire. Desires to me are like checkpoints in a racing video game, but in a race that lasts much longer. You run towards achieving one golden landmark and it doesn’t last any longer […]Read More The Circle Problem
There’s a desire to finish unfinished work but life rolls down hills faster than a cat’s reflexes. That’s why I am afraid of being on the sides of hills. I love them when I have solid ground to stand on. Plants tinker me but insects make me insecure. I am okay creepy-crawlies as long as […]Read More Unfinished Drafts
I started the blog not to cut my ties with insanity with a sickle, neither to stub the burning desire to know about knowing more than I do right now, but to pluck the thorns of fears from the flowery bunch of experiences. I would focus on echoing on things that relieving but I would […]Read More Cliché at First Sight