When rage is all you have left in you, know that you’ve surrendered yourself to the betrayal of the world. When rage becomes a silent scream or a deliberate protest, despite your best intentions, you are still defined by that betrayal. When rage colours your view of the world, you see demons in angels, and…
Category: Love
Thus, is love lost
In affection, we focus on our beauty In rejection, we focus on our deficiencies Perhaps that’s why the world is so harsh Too many are waiting for their deficiencies to be accepted before they share their beauty Or need their grievances with one to be compensated before they accept the beauty of another. Each time…
Dancing with destiny
A snippet of a thought from the sequel to my novel, An Incomplete Love Story. We’re living in such uncertain times, and the uncertainty seems to be seeping into my thought processes. “Whether we were cut from the same cloth before time began, or we were shaped by life to be perfectly matched, it doesn’t…
Getting it wrong
An excerpt from my first book, The Egosystem, contemplating the impact of things not working out often leads to our greatest moments of inspiration. That’s part of the beauty of defeat. It creates a deepening appreciation for the dreams that we court. But we all have a tolerance level beyond which even the probability of…
The balance of happiness
Without meaning to, life can become a trading exercise in which we give something with the expectation of receiving something else in return. That’s when it gets complicated. When the assumptions of one or both becomes entangled in the belief that happiness lies in a like-for-like exchange of sentiment or gifts, or perhaps effort. Sometimes,…
A gentle neglect
It is better to die of violence, swift and decisive, than to die of a gentle neglect, slow and painful. The violent episode holds the promise of a quickened relief from the anguish of life, while being abandoned offers a view of our decaying spirit, while tortured by hope. Living with hope is a curse…