I’m a writer. Not a writer-wannabe. Not a writer-in-the-making. I’m a writer now. That’s because I don’t believe in past lives or future lives. You see, I’m not completely out of, or in the picture at any time. I am present simultaneously in a multiverse of parallel universes. In any chosen alternate reality, I remain a writer.
I time travel back and forth from these worlds crossing time and space in the smallest fraction of an instant. One moment you’ll find me having tea on the moon upon a clear and starry night with my intergalactic friends. …
Is love synonymous with respect and gratitude? No, it’s not. That’s why I’m going to drop a bomb here. You don’t have to love your family. Having said that, understand that love is also not a medium of exchange that you can trade for food and a bed.
One argument against that statement is that families are the people you can count on through thick and thin. We’d expect them to always be there to support and stand by us. The other obvious reason is that we’re related through blood. Blood relations are tight. …
The Phoenix has to die to be born again. She represents the innate power of fortitude that lies hidden within us all, to go through difficult situations and to come out renewed. It’s the gift of rebirth.
She strides bare-soled, reaching forward with confidence. There is an exchange of energy with every step as she landed her foot upon the earth. She swallowed down the pain and wore a passive smile. Not long now, she heard her heart whisper.
Time had only festered the wound in her heart. Closing her eyes, she steps into the flames… The fire burns up…
Holding on might seem right, but there’ll come a point where you’ll realize the end of a chapter doesn’t mean the end of a story.
You’re not willing to close the door to what you’ve known and open yourself up to whatever might come next. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of what was, and is no more. You stay afloat, drifting in the sea of forgetfulness.
You’re lost because you’re holding on to a story that has ended over the one that’s going on, gazing in the wrong direction, disoriented. You’re letting go of your sense of time, place and identity, in denial.
Be awake and be present with your whole heart. No, you’re not lost. You’ve forgotten where you are. You are here, and you’re alive. That’s a gift.
I love watching children play. I remember when I was small, the greatest thing I had ever wanted to do was to grow up. Growing up somehow seems like a license to do so many things. Back then, I knew exactly what I wanted to become. There was no doubt about how I will achieve my dreams or what I will do to get there.
I never hesitate to close my eyes at night because I know when I wake up the next day, I will be one day closer as a grown-up.
My little mind was only preoccupied with…
Aware people often say the universe sends us signals all the time, which we could see if we only knew how and where to look.
Have you ever asked, or wondered to yourself: How does a writer get one’s messages to reach a receptive audience?
I have left the herd
By wondering wanderers
I hope to be heard
To affect mentality
Does a shepherd need a flock
I want you to know that your presence here is an inspiration to many. You do not know whose lives you’re touching with every word, every article, and every comment…
She’s not getting to know him. She’s trying to remember who he is. It seems like she had loved him before in another place. It’s a tale that resonates through the ages, the invisible thread divinely woven through the core of their souls. These star-crossed lovers resemble a Shakespeare inspired ballet — beautifully choreographed and stunningly orchestrated, beginning from time unknown.
Though they seem like strangers meeting for the very first time, yet the connection hints at a flame burning through the eons, deep breaths sustaining each other. One glance sets them along the path of infinite continuity, hurtling through…
The moment had arrived — time to publish my first article on Medium. I navigated the mouse over the green button that says Publish. My fingers felt cold and frozen. Should I click? What if it bombs? Damn, I’ll make a fool of myself. Who am I kidding thinking of myself as a writer?
That was 9 months ago — August 2020. Deciding to join Medium as a member in September was exciting yet intimidating. After a little less than a year of WordPress blogging, I discovered the platform. My first impression was, “It’s a jungle out there!”
We’ve all experienced crap in life. But when the people we like treat us like crap, that can be a hard pill to swallow. It’s normal to feel disregarded and unappreciated when they walk all over you.
I was in a toxic relationship for a long time. For years I couldn’t understand how someone could say I love you in one breath, turn around, and spew venom all over me. I lost complete control over my decisions. My sanity and safety came into question.
I’ve had a lot of time to ruminate on why people treat others like shit. There…