Standing against the wind, I watch the movement of the water. Deep in the ocean, the sunlight is a soft diffuse glow. It’s time for me to return to the waves, to dive into the transparency of the mind and experience the freedom it provides.
Escaping the noise and the pollution from the outside world, I dive deep into the illusory and the unfathomable depth of my mind, falling through time, to a place of wordless images and inner voices of thoughts.
I glide in every direction of what seems like an eternal galaxy of dark introspection. Thought images begin…
Dear Anger Emotion:
You were never welcome. I blamed you for making life difficult for me. You were so persistent, pushing and shoving your presence until it was impossible for me to ignore. There were countless times you rose up in me without warning. Those moments when you showed up uncontrollably in a split of a second, triggered by something that happened on the scene.
I knew you came to sabotage, to put me to shame. I knew you came because it gave you the joy to see me defeated. The feeling that built up inside like a raging inferno…
We hear it all the time. Work hard now and enjoy later. We train our brains to accept that whatever is happening now does not have to be enjoyable or meaningful. It certainly doesn’t need to be interesting. After all, routine life is boring.
We work through the week, so we get to take the weekends off. We toil the whole year so we can go on a few weeks of vacation. We slog our entire lives looking forward to retirement so we can finally do whatever we want.
If that sounds like you, you have allowed a chunk of…
Do you realize you’ve never seen the limits of your body’s ability to withstand hardship? You have the capacity to adapt to high levels of stress, adversity, and trauma. Regardless of your age, your body is capable of working through very challenging life experiences, coping with major changes and surviving the harshest conditions. You’re a powerhouse of resilience and really, nothing can ever stop you.
When you look at yourself in the mirror, you see that person staring back at you. That undefeatable individual that is born to conquer the world. But you’re not convinced. You know why? …
During the solitary hours of early morning, insomnia knocks on the door. I brew a pot of regret — the aroma of lingering emotion fills the room.
I step onto the broken arch of golden bricks that bridges possibility to reality. My heart grips as vaguely familiar images flash across my mind.
I dwell on the absurd longings for what never was, immerse in the desires for what might have been, drift through nostalgic yearnings for what has permanently gone. One more sip from the soothing cup of regret.
People advise me to get over it. I wonder, why don’t…
Have you ever considered that perhaps the search for fulfilment and happiness is not at all elusive? But it comes with a price — one that a lot of us are unwilling to pay.
Because humans prefer the familiar. When you wake in the morning, it’s comforting to know what to do and where to turn, as the same flow of life awaits you.
It’s nice knowing nothing out of the ordinary would rock your boat. You’ll never have to worry about missing that morning cup of coffee, the midweek drive to the grocery store, or the 5-mile evening…
You’re laser-focused. The clutter in your head fades to a distant hush and quiet down. Your gasps for oxygen become greater. You’ve faced trials before and won. Surely you can handle this.
You pull yourself forward with utmost confidence, knowing how far you can go and what you’re willing to endure. You’re breaking out of your comfort zone. This climb is bigger, steeper, and harder than what you’ve experienced before. You’re holding on to dear life. The struggle is real, the intensity is high.
Suddenly you slip. Everything happens so fast. The rest is history.
You’re right. It makes you look like a failure. But what you choose to do next matters. Either you stay down and embrace defeat, or prove you still have some fight left in you. A failure is not one who falls, but one who refuses to get back up.
Now, which one are you?
Writers write. It’s easy. There’s no need to sugarcoat that part. We sit down and pour our thoughts on paper. I always have thoughts, but I don’t necessarily always have something to write unless it’s my shopping list.
Does a good writing experience just happen? Not for me, because I struggle. I’m acutely aware of this unruly force that keeps me from triumph. This violent enforcement stands between what I’m ultimately capable of and what I’m able to fabricate at present.
Every day, I confront this monster that shows up with a condescending sneer and a mocking gaze. I’m constantly…
For a long time, I’ve been staring at the edge of the water. My eyes looking far and wide, scanning the horizon for your return. Hope tugs at my heart, glimmering like light from a distant dream, while everything I hold dear slips away like sand flowing through an hourglass.
I sit here waiting for the moment my life story would begin, for the scene to unfold before my eyes like the late summer sunsets that come in their boldest blaze.
Waiting hurts. Each moment feels like an eternity. The day drags along, time stretches out endlessly and indefinitely.
Maybe it’s the age thing. Somehow, I find myself going deeper into the rabbit hole as the years add up. Are we more likely to fall into the rumination rut as we age?
Since I’m much further along now, I can stand at a crossroad and tell myself, okay, you’ve made it through an impressive total of miles back there, now you can progress to the next stage in this reality game of life.
But what will the next stage of life look like?
We constantly live our lives looking forward, hoping we will arrive someday within an appointed time…