Conundrum

We listen to seek understanding.

Or at least we try to.

Yet it is not often easy.

But definitely worth it.

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Clueless

There are times when I am just walking down the street, minding my own business when suddenly I am struck by cluelessness.

As if everyone in the world knows what they are doing and why, and I am the only soul here who is entirely clueless.

Then I look around and think again.

Perhaps everyone else is as clueless as I am. And it’s OK.

No need to panic.

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First World Problem

Hotel rooms.

The knobs and buttons for all the various lighting fixtures in hotel rooms will forever remain a mystery to me.

Trying to switch them all off simultaneously so that I can sleep in complete darkness is always a challenge.

Me and my first world problems.

Books

I went to the bookstore again today.

Came home with three books.

My purpose there was not just to purchase books.

I also went to have a coffee today.

Drank a lovely little cup of coffee.

My purpose there was not just to drink coffee.

I went and did a bunch of things today.

Accomplished several tasks and errands.

But my purpose was not to complete tasks and run errands.

Speak Lotuses, Not Mud

When you open your mouth, what comes out?
Mud? Filth? Negativity?
Useless comments?
Meaningless uttering?

Or lotuses?
Beautiful flowers that rise from the mud?
Generous praises and kind words?
Appreciation and thankfulness?

This stoic reminder is so simple, but so hard to do.
I like to imagine what spills from my mouth so that I do not speak words in hate, anger or frustration.
It is a daily practice that I do not often succeed at.

Where did my Sleep go?

The one night you try to sleep early.
The night before you have to get up early.
You even did some sleepy time yoga.
You made sure you did not have any caffeine after 12 noon.
You had a bath.
You read.
You kept the TV off.

But.
You're in a strange bed.
In a hotel.
Even with your blankie there, it happens.

Your Sleep disappeared.
It just vanished.
One minute it was right there, within reach.
The next moment, gone.

And here you are, drawing, writing, reading some more.
Hoping Sleep would somehow come crawling back.
And soon, not at 3am…

One of those days…

Today has been one of those days.

Anxiety gnaws at you like a dull ache you cannot shake.

Everything always works out fine in the end.

Then why is it that we need to torture ourselves with such useless emotions?

(Drawing from back in 2012. A recurring theme.)

Good Morning

All they had left were a few simple words.

A few simple words were all that they needed.

A Moment in Time

This evening I witnessed someone make a decision.

And often we see decisions as life changing. 

Like that movie Sliding Doors, determining the rest of your life by a choice you made.

And the endless debates I have had with people on the difference between a decision and a choice, often makes me wonder about the power we place or reliquish whenever decisions/ choices are concerned.

Then you said to me, it’s never life changing, it’s just a moment in time.

It got me thinking.

Our lives are changing, in each moment in time.

As the saying goes, the only thing that doesn’t change is that everything changes.

So why do we take decisions so heavily. Why do we weigh ourselves down with the anxieties of having to choose?

It’s a beautiful reminder. It’s just a moment in time. 

Everything changes. 

And that will never change.