Winters are often remembered for long nights, heavy air, fog-laden darkness, and the misty marks they leave upon the thoughts of many thinkers, I think. They become the season of longing for hopeless romantics. Suddenly everyone seems to be on a bench in the dark woods. Alone. Searching for something, watching the road for a …
When a car travels down the road, it appears to race forward, with its wet tires becoming more noticeable on the rough surface. When a typhoon approaches a community, fear settles in long before the first winds arrive and lingers even after the storm has passed. Its aftermath is written across the city. Shattered walls, …
There is a broken picture on the floor, by the wall. Are YOU looking for it? Is it yours? I think the picture might also be searching for someone to own it. Maybe somebody is on his way. Coming to save it. He’s just putting the keys in his car, turning on the engine, full …
Two paths. Two. To choose from. One could lead to somewhere where the other can never go. Two ways. Two ways it can turn around. And a thousand times others will ask you: which way do you choose? What is your path? A million times you will encounter this question and zero is the number …
Some people describe perfectionism as their quality and hobby. They are proud of it and boast about it. Why not? I think it is something that we believe qualifies us as intellectuals and ranks us high on the scale. But one thing I have learned later in life is to unlearn perfectionism. It does not …
Some people have the ability to talk to strangers on the phone for hours. They just pick up and know that on the other side sits somebody with the ability to speak. They know that these scattered mumbles and fragments of words actually mean something, and they begin responding with their own voices. Connection happens. …
This is a realization article. Now, I don’t know what it means—if this term doesn’t exist, then I’ve just invented it. In my dictionary, a realization act is something that made me realize anything in this life, something I’ve been doing all along but has turned out to be either wrong or not quite right. …
I know that in this life we nurture too many dreams and wishes, setting an array of goals for ourselves. We sometimes raise the barriers too high and make things unnecessarily difficult for ourselves. We become too harsh, setting restrictions that are impossibly elevated for our own spirits to reach. But I would like to …
This is about faith, and I am writing about it. That is quite an irony because at this point I should have been the last person in the world to do so, but here I am, and I’ll be doing it because it is in my hands. So if I were writing it with my …
In life, we are often taught to climb this treacherous mountain, because on the summit lies the elusive success. Not only is it steep, but labyrinthine as well, and sometimes it is in this overwhelming density that souls lose themselves, who they truly are beneath the surface. Maybe when we do set out in search …