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Palatable.

Sometimes, being kind-hearted feels like an uphill battle. You give your time, energy, and care to others, only to be met with indifference or even exploitation. It’s a sentiment echoed in the timeless song by Wham. The bittersweet nature of giving and not receiving in return, a feeling many of us can relate to when we put our all on the line. Yet, there’s something deeply hopeful about the idea of giving—even if it doesn’t always work out. Today, I want to reflect on why good people sometimes finish last, and how embracing a mindset of prevention rather than cure can create healthier dynamics while preserving our own emotional well-being. At the heart of every meaningful interaction is the hope of connection. Good people often see the glass as half-full, choosing to approach relationships with empathy and understanding. They’re the ones who listen intently, offer help without hesitation, and believe in the goodness of others, even when it’s hard to see. This optimism is a gift. It all...

Intentionality.

For starters, happy new year. I have been mulling on doing a piece on intentionality for a while and, for sure, I have mentioned a bit of it to those that I have struck deeper notes of life with. Well, in brief, intentionality is a philosophical concept that refers to the capacity of the mind to be directed toward an object, idea, or state of affairs. It is a fundamental aspect of consciousness, enabling individuals to have thoughts about something, engage in purposeful actions, and maintain focus on specific goals or outcomes. Originating from the work of philosopher Franz Brentano in the 19th century, intentionality distinguishes mental phenomena from physical phenomena by highlighting the inherent directedness or "aboutness" of mental states. In everyday life, intentionality manifests in our ability to plan, deliberate, and navigate complex social interactions, as it involves both conscious and unconscious mental processes that guide behaviours and decision-making. In tha...

Close your eyes, feel the moment, stay there.

There’s a distant ache, a whisper of something just beyond reach—a longing for the unseen, a familiar yet ungraspable presence. The soul stirs, restless, as though caught in a web of yearning and quiet hope, searching for what it cannot name. Rumi’s words echo gently: "Close your eyes. Fall in love. Stay there." And so, I close my eyes, trusting that this ache, this distant ripple, isn’t emptiness but a bridge. It leads me inward, where contentment exists without boundaries, beyond the need for form or reason. Here, within this sacred quiet, my heart opens to the fullness of things I cannot see but deeply feel—an eternal radiating quiet, a steadfast peace, a silent connection to the unseen. Perhaps the longing is a call to soften, to surrender to the beauty in not knowing. In closing my eyes, I am reminded that some journeys are not about seeking outward but unfolding within. And in this inner space, love holds me still, whispers, and asks only one thing: "Stay here....

A synopsis of a dearest Friend's Gift.

A very good friend of mine gifted me a wholesome book a couple of months ago, while I was departing Budapest. The book, has given me an interesting yet fulfilling perspective about life. Thank you my dear friend :) It goes without saying, questions did find a way to squeeze in between the love of literature. The book, "Before the Coffee Gets Cold: Tales from the Café" by Toshikazu Kawaguchi is a sequel to his first novel and continues to delve into the mystical and emotionally charged world of a unique café in Tokyo. This café offers its customers a singular opportunity: the chance to travel back in time. However, the journey is governed by a set of stringent rules: They can only visit people who have been to the café. They cannot change the present, no matter what they do in the past. They must sit in a particular seat. They must return before their coffee gets cold. The sequel introduces a fresh set of characters, each with their own deeply personal reasons for wanting ...

Fresh-ed out.

That took a while. Two years incommunicado. Then today, out of nowhere, that little familiar feeling warmed up. May is usually a beautiful month to write home about and with time ticking away, he has cooped up several experiences that have left permanent marks. At this age, everything is changing. Day by day we don't notice much that goes on around us, and looking back over the passing year, he realizes everything has. We often think that we are going to be at a specific place forever, and the people that we thought were going to walk with us in our life's journey aren't there, and those that we never imagined we'd be speaking to are now some of the closest friends. He deeply thinks, life makes little sense, and the more we grow the less sense it will make. A little nudge, please make the most of it now, before all changes again. Remember, the future is never promised, and all you've gone through will only be memories. Life is a perplexing dance, it defies logic, ...

Priors

"Is there enough Silence for the Word to be heard?" Name of names, our small identity unravels in you. You give it back as a lesson. With zeal, or without. Trudging, finding perspectives, seemingly more lost than ever. To go through a contemplative life is akin to being open enough to see, free enough to hear, and real enough to respond. It is a life, and as it is always interwoven, it has its own rhythms of darkness and light, even when we always see a dying-rising. Simply put, it is a life of grateful receptivity even though minus some, or wordless awe, of silent simplicity. Today, he is here to remember steps; little ones made over an uncertain period in life and world. People, instances, grace, servitude, humility, hope, grace, pain and hopelessness. A basketful for sure. Nothing is for sure. But one thing remains true, a place deep down, open, hoping and always looking. Sufficient grace, willing alms, for nothing is always promised. For this and others are nex...