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Release the bitterness
I often wonder how much good is denied to the world when love stories remain incomplete? We often see quotes reminding us that the next great discovery could be in the mind of a child labourer stuck working in a field. Similarly, how much beauty is wasted when treasured bonds are abandoned for reasons other…
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Live, and let die…
Sometimes, our setbacks in life can feel as if our world is coming to an end. In many ways, it does spell the end of a lifetime for us because we reach points where everything that we know to be true comes under question. Major life events like health issues that compromise our quality of…
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A brain dump
Some find solace as the years progress. Some find love. Some find an emptiness where space was once held in hope for a significant other. My contemplations of which applies to me hold no sway any longer. Writing this post creates a delusion of its own. Although it could be interpreted as gratitude or reflection…
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To give up silently
“When you give up on something, it becomes a weighty silence that you carry within you for the rest of your life. It’s a quiet acceptance that what once was the centre of your being will never be a part of your being again. The silence is the only gesture that will honour such loss,…
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Exhale
Breathing becomes laboured when I’m not sure if I want to hold something in, or let it out. Expressing my disappointment at the events that appear to be in an incessant loop feels like an indulgence in futility. I’ve expressed such disappointment before, yet, here we are. Staring each other in the face again. The…
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Pursuit of servitude
I once asked myself a simple question when I left corporate to follow a new path. What do you do when you’re done with the world, but the world is not done with you? The two and a bit years that followed answered this question many times over, each time with an intensity greater than…
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A walk…and a bit
I stepped on the treadmill today. It’s not my favourite pastime, but I did it anyway. At first, I recalled the time, many years ago, when I first attempted it and found myself winded in less than 3 minutes. I was still working in corporate. Life was lifeless, and purpose was found in servitude. I…
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A bitter ache
Just as beauty is born of love, so too is bitterness born of loss. I wonder what of the troubles of this world is caused by broken hearts, rather than wilful greed? It is the sense of loss, or inadequacy in the eyes of those most cherished, that our worst behaviour comes to the fore.…