Random Stirrings of The Mind.

The shortness of life itself can be compared to a tiny spot in time. We are all guilty of getting caught up in sweating the small stuff. Worrying, compensating, complaining, gossiping, comparing, wishing, and waiting for something bigger and better to happen instead of focusing on all the simple blessings that surround us everyday Life is so fragile and all it takes is a single moment, one that changes everything you take for granted. Focus on what is important and be grateful. You are blessed and it is necessary that you believe it. Live your life without any regrets.  Every single day is different. some days you wake up and have enough strength to face the world and all that it has to offer, with a feeling that you can handle anything that is thrown at you; an unstoppable force. Other days it's so hard to get out of bed, and you feel like a fragile piece of glass, and all you want to do is escape reality. And that is life. Life is made up of both kinds of days. The uphill ones an...

     If you ever want to appreciate the joys of living a rather calm way of life, then in all that comes with and for it, be truthful to yourself.       We walk many paths with all the niceties, soft grounds, but amidst them are uncertainties and thorns. Be it tangible, good, bad or otherwise, they all count to as a means to an end. Quantum physics explains what has been used as a brilliant metaphor albeit as a literary perfection using the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle; “You can never simultaneously know the exact position and the exact speed of an object’. Uncertainty is often explained as a result of measurement, that the act of measuring an object, changes its speed or vice versa; the real origin is much deeper and intriguing.      “Joy and woe are woven fine.” William Blake’s line from the poem “ Auguries of Innocence ” elegantly and simply nibbles from the same kernel of wisdom. For what better way to put it but call i...

I had taken flight, gone to the winds and yes, tried to remain a little inconspicuous. How long has it been, 4? 5 months? Feels good to settle back, to the cushions, to the limitless coffee and to the random stirrings of the mind. "Treasures are hidden behind pages of manuscripts; a vast collection of whims, lessons, and directions, not withheld, but wholeheartedly given, for your eyes, mind, and soul" Just finished reading two brilliantly written s equels by Morgan Rice, Arena one and two . And another double sequel, The Belgariad and the Malloreon by David Eddings. Oh boy! It took me some time, well, for pages turners, full of fictional aura, irresistible to the mind, edgy to its best! A mixed bag of emotions hastened the experience. As an introvert, I never thought this could be a factor, pretty damning as it sounds. Relating to the present society, I saw familiar streaks. Each and everyone has been born into a certain environment, and regardless of the prevail...

The turquoise down below, made my stomach churn, a candid echo of what has been tearing my insides a part. I love travelling, flying is my favorite. I hate sailing. The first time I went deep sea fishing, off the coast of San Diego, I threw up until there was nothing left in my bowels. My sadness is hollowness. It mirrors cancer, eating up the body from under the skin. I can't tell you what's worse. The hollowness, at times is a shell, holding in a thousand oceans of thoughts and doubts. Sometimes though, it holds hundred pieces of glass, wedged in between my soul and body. That's undoubtedly the pain. Many times though, like when I first broke a bone in my body; the ankle, it brought a calming feel. I felt no pain, and kept mutedly gazing at the weird angle of my left leg. Or when my favorite dog, the only friend I had, died and I felt no remorse. I just stood there. Watched the fresh soil, where he'd gone under, lifeless. Or even when my classmates laughed at a j...