When the light is stopped...
The Shadows rise...
They dark on Earth...
The sun to blame...
There comes the moon ...
Rising from the Shadows of earth..
To lighten the earth in gleaming light !
Again, at this hour silence and loneliness comes hand in hand, they often do this. They just sneak in like the monsoon clouds and pours down these emotions and realizations that I feel gets lost and unnoticed in the waves of chaos on which we like to surf in on a daily basis. It is in these moments of solitude that I learned being okay with not being okay, as for the quietness in the air that I was breathing felt unknown to me. The noises that I usually hear, those of opinions, of hindrance, of things to be done in an obligated way were more familiar to me than this silence.
Not being okay is easy. Neither it asked for much of an effort nor it had a designed time period. Contrary to that was being okay. Not only it demands patience but also perseverance. But being Okay with not being Okay is something beyond these two concepts.
Inevitable, are the feelings of dejection, distraught or desolation but accepting and absorbing it without losing the grip on sanity is like gaining the control over an F1 racing car. In this silence, my life echoes its freedom by being aware of its trappings rather than silently submitting to it. In this loneliness, I feel the presence of vulnerability yet I guess I'm OKAY with it.
15/09/2018 • on why it’s okay not to live the life of your dreams
‘ But even if you do not have much of an ambition to strive for a dream, that’s okay too. It’s okay to be okay. You don’t have to live the life of your dreams, if your dreams are not genuine. If your dreams are seeds of possibility without life in them, there is no point in giving them a heart massage. ‘
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These are tools of my hobby: a Moleskine journal, a blank pen, and the Red Pen of Death.
The first draft of anything (short story, blog post, article) and the first edit happen here. Then I move it to digital. It’s old school, but there’s no school like the old school.
I’m currently writing a story about faith, anger, doubt, suffering, and forgiveness. It’s going OK. I may end up scrapping the whole thing. That’s the thing about creating stuff—sometimes you create diamonds; sometimes you create crap. But it’s better to create crap than nothing at all.
What are you creating?
A SNIPPET BREAK - AN ODE TO SUMMER “Girl, bye.” That’s a common saying of mine. I like it because it’s short and sweet and there’s not a lot involved there. It works. But, today, summer told ME “Giirrll… bye.” And it stung a little. I’m not done wearing the goofy hats and super big sunglasses. I’m not done laying on the beach turning my skin a deeper shade of brown. And I’m certainly not done sitting in the backyard having a beer with my dogs and husband enjoying the summer sunsets at 8 pm. In fact, I was just getting started! Summer isn’t giving me a choice though. She isn’t mincing words either. She’s always direct and straight to the point. Yep, summer is packing her bags and off to a different hemisphere to party with an entirely new crew. It’s okay summer. I know you have things to do, places to be and people to meet. I’ll be fine. We’ve done this 50 times before. And as the crispness of fall and the chill of winter begin to lean against my shoulders and rest upon my bones, I’ll sustain with the memories of your warm embrace. Know this though summer - although I am a spring baby, you have always been my first true love. And as you leave me this day, rest assured that right here I’ll be. Waiting for you just as you left me. Albeit seasons older, but with the same coy grin and playfulness in my heart. Oh, dear summer, until we meet again…