Venturing into unexplored territories

It’s about what happens in the period between departure and arrival — We move along this path of Life like a river flowing down a stream. We are not always certain what awaits us. Sometimes it is a smooth ride, and just when we think we’re comfortable and happy, we bump up against protruding rocks that upset our flow. We jerk. …

Life happens when…

Can two people disagree and both be right at the same time? — The conversation escalated into an argument. Their words triggered something in me. In my rage, I attacked back. We were two people hurling fireballs at each other from opposite camps. The atmosphere was tense. …

The beauty of perfection is not in its arrival, but in the ongoing pursuit — I took a step back to gain the full view. Blobs and chunks of colors combined added dimension. Deliberate strokes of thick paint are visible in the finished piece. If it drips, it will most certainly ruin someone’s carpet. It was messy but in a unique sort of way. The…

Nothing is ever truly gone — The smell of pine needles, wood smoke, and cinnamon permeate the chill December air. Soon a fine sheen of sugary frost will cover everything in sight. There’s something about the quiet month of December that sneaks up on me unannounced. …

We often get another shot at life but not the way we imagined — We can dream of an expanded version of our lives if we refuse to give up pursuing happiness. We seldom get everything right the first time. Isn’t it great to have another chance to take life by the horns and give it another go? …

Ghosting is the coward’s way out — We don’t communicate anymore. We don’t tell others how we feel. We’d rather disappear and let people wonder what happened to us. We leave words unsaid, feelings unresolved, and promises unfulfilled. Maybe I’m old school. Where I come from, people communicate. We express our emotions, whether we like them or…

What are you doing with the eternity you have today? — My eyes gaze upward to the heavenly stretched canvas communicating to me in visual-dream language. The evening sky displays sweeping shades of violets, oranges, and yellow. I feel my heartbeat pounding gently against the background of crashing ocean waves. …