Certainty is such a mirage. Predictability convinces me that I have stability, but when the disruption comes, I realise that I was simply taking comfort from probabilities. But that's what life is about, isn't it? The probability of everything. The probability of good fortune keeps us chasing and the probability of death stops us in … Continue reading A Long Overdue Brain Dump
Category: Random Thoughts
Fleeting Thoughts (IX)
Sometimes the deepest breaths leave you gasping for air rather than filling you with hope. Is it significance you feel when you are needed for material contribution, or is significance felt when the essence of you is known and appreciated? Questioning life and finding its answers in love is only therapeutic if that love can … Continue reading Fleeting Thoughts (IX)
Fleeting Thoughts VIII
When loyalty triumphs over justice, chaos triumphs over peace. Peace is elusive when love for the self is preferred over love for others. Love for others reflects a generous spirit, while hatred for others reflects an insecure soul. Insecurity is founded in ingratitude. Ingratitude breeds insincerity in the same way that stagnant water breeds mosquitoes. … Continue reading Fleeting Thoughts VIII
Fleeting Thoughts (VII)
A therapeutic release of clutter is one in which there is no need to string together coherent thoughts. Coherent thoughts dictate a concern for what came before, or what needs to come after which reflects the earnestness of life. Life itself does not afford us the indulgence of being inconsequential, or being oblivious to consequence. … Continue reading Fleeting Thoughts (VII)
The Space Between
The hole in your heart can only be filled by the companion that knows that it is there. Sometimes we seek companionship in search of one that recognises that gap, but fail to realise that we in fact projected our need on their abilities instead. We flit between the calm and the clutter, the spaces … Continue reading The Space Between
Jet Lag
Table for one in the slow lounge. The appeal of airports. It's almost grounding. The hint of adventure. The burden of responsibility. The blessing of good fortune. The numerous memories of defining moments spent in airport terminals, restaurants, and departure and arrival halls. They're all just whispers beckoning nostalgia while egging me on to want … Continue reading Jet Lag