October 14, 2020 at 9:06 p.m
Once upon a day, a boy went on a walk.
In a small mountain village, an old man swept the sidewalk.
As the boy passed the old man, his eyes lifted to see the boy.
“Bonjour..” said the boy.
The old man stopped sweeping, turned to the boy and said.
“Where are you from?“
The boy was a bit puzzled by the question at first.
“I’m from the land below, farther than people here have known“.
“I visited your land in my youth, but now I’m retired and spend my days here and there, doing this and that” replied the old man.
“Do you miss your youth?” asked the boy.
“No, it was a season. I enjoyed it when I could“.
“What brings you to my village?” asked the old man.
“I had enough of where I was, but I didn’t know where I wanted to be. So I began to walk and now I’ve arrived here“.
“Where is here?” asked the old man.
September 12, 2020 at 12:27 p.m
“Even though I, Bruce Lee, may die someday without fulfilling all my ambitions. I feel no sorrow. I did what I wanted to do. What I’ve done, I’ve done with sincerity and to the best of my ability, you can’t expect much more from life.”Bruce Lee
At any moment it can be all taken from us. It can and has happened to anyone, but I wonder if it was ours in the first place. Its hard not think why me, but I say to myself “How different is this so called misfortune compared with any other?”. Whether it’s a catastrophe or an inconvenience, it does not matter.
I’ve come to learn to take them as they are and not blame them for being in my favor or against.
We are not special. I mean that as a compliment. The things that happen to us, good or bad, don’t make us special. We are not special in the best way possible.
The misfortunes of my life have no agenda, they are all the same.
Accept them and keep moving forward.
September 12, 2020 at 12:14 p.m
You are the only way to love.
August 20, 2020 at 1:30 p.m
It’s not the busy days that bring tension and toil to my mind. It’s not the days of gatherings, meetings, and activities that drown me. It’s not the number of people I meet in a day. It’s not the interactions that leave me expectant and yearning. It’s not the simple connections made everyday with the people around me. It’s not the comings and going. It’s not where my feet take me or what my hands reach for. It’s not the strange places I find myself, surrounded by equally strange people. It’s not the polite laughter that erupts from my face or the half smile I cobble together. It’s not the exchanged feelings and pleasantries. It’s not the speaking, eating, smiling, meeting, doing, going, or reaching that make the days melt each moment into my mind.
It is the being.
The quietly being.
The quietly being alone with myself. That ominous feeling of being myself. and the castle within suddenly waking to fire and life for me to walk its endless halls.
August 8th, 2020 at 2:39 p.m
There is destiny in everything.
August 6th, 2020 at 9:38 p.m
You won’t like this book. The lessons in it are mine and will likely not benefit you much. The story is mine and the thinking too. The days I lived in these pages and the pain too, they’re all mine. They brought me moments that unknowingly gently put me on a better path. The people I met and stories I heard each left an imprint in my heart, forever changing me. I carry them with me now. I speak of them to friends and strangers, lovers and those indifferent to me.
It is my belief that they all matters.
I’m trying to breathe life into these pages and bind them together in a book, so I ask myself what does this book want to be. Who’s stories am I telling? Who’s wisdom am I sharing.
August 6th, 2020 at 9:32 p.m
people tell me you shouldn’t wait to fill your cup if i have to choose a cup to fill i’d choose yours i would fill mine after you pour yours if all is gone help me to lift and ill give what’s left
August 6th, 2020 at 9:23 p.m
I realize to accept oneself doesn’t mean never changing.
I realize to honestly accept oneself, to truly see all the edges and sides of oneself, the ugly and bare, the broken and beautiful, is to accept it with a compassion you have never given to yourself.
I realize this is difficult.
I realize in the everyday of things when we bare our flaws to the ones we love or those we sit close to in anxiety, this can be terrifying.
We love them but we are afraid of losing the thin plastic surface that separates us. That we might be seen as frauds instead of figures worthy of love.
Acceptance starts with knowledge of oneself.
Do we know ourselves, every side?
I’ve walked inwards in the dim light of the moon, on the far forests and howling groves. I’ve felt the calm deep of the ocean that swells my soul. The winding rivers that run rampant, rushing along moments I held close.
August 6th, 2020 at 8:50 p.m
You are the only way above.
June 23rd, 2020 at 4:11 p.m
Please allow life to be a journey.
I know we want to skip to the part where we’ve found peace, or when we’ve figured our selves out.
Don’t skip the journey, that’s the life part you won’t get back.
February 28th, 2020 at 1:24 p.m
When I was younger the sun was softer
We ran the streets till the lights came on
December 5th, 2019 at 12:17 a.m
What if I get lost on my way? asked the boy.
What if it is the way? replied the heart.