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Prisms of beauty
If you keep chasing rainbows, you won’t find the time to notice that you’re the prism creating the beauty that you so desperately court. Breathe beloved, and pause for long enough to appreciate the beauty of you, despite the ugly of them. (From the sequel to An Incomplete Love Story that may never be written)…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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A life beyond being
Without experiencing the joy of living, life will remain a dutiful encounter. Similarly, without experiencing the sweetness of true love, love will feel like a need to serve and to be served. It is only in connecting with an experience beyond what we imagined to be the limits of what is possible, that we begin…
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Hopeless dreams
A dream without hope taunts us more than it comforts us. It teases us with its distraction while we indulge in it, but reminds us that we believe we’re unworthy of it when we cast our gaze once more towards reality. When we believe in our dream, we’ll find the signs and the opportunities to…
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Don’t deny your heart
Silence can never render the heart’s true yearnings irrelevant or obsolete…it only makes it more torturous until fulfilled…if ever The heart’s true yearnings slowly morph into unfulfilled moments of angst that are beyond explanation or reason Sleep soon escapes us as we try to busy ourselves with the urgencies of life in our efforts to…
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True love is never lost
Fate has a way of giving us what we ask for when we don’t realise we’re asking for it. It is the yearnings of the soul that calls out to the heavens, while our mouths utter pleas that are born of the distractions of needs. Needs are ephemeral. They pass through us like the passing…