there are times when we find ourselves yearning to fly, to discover. to begin the journey of discovery. in the end, realized that our wings are broken.

"the almost no one", one of life's distinct movements

travel differently, travel alone. i haven't tried that but maybe in time, i will

to all those who greeted me on my birthday, thank you so much!
to the person who greeted me at exactly 12 midnight of my birthday, thank you.

by Paulo Coelho

'you can give a fool a thousand intellects, but the only one he will want is yours', says an Arabic proverb. when we start planting the garden of our life, we glance to one side and notice our neighbor is there, spying. he himself is incapable of growing anything, but he likes to give advice on when to sow actions, when to fertilize thoughts, and when to water achievements.

if we listen to what this neighbor is saying, we will end up working for him, and the garden of our life will be our neighbor's idea. we will end up forgetting about the earth we cultivated with so much sweat and fertilized with so many blessings. we will forget that each centimetre of earth has its mysteries that only the patient hand of the gardener can decipher. we will no longer pay attention to the sun, the rain, and the seasons; we will concentrate instead only on that head peering at us over the hedge.

the fool who loves giving advice on our garden never tends his own plants at all.

In an attempt to analyze the several years of life and everything that goes with it, it dawned on me that it is best to be just in this moment. Gone are the times of looking back and looking forward. Now, it will only be NOW.

Life seems like an awkward mélange of heavy drama, zany comedy and boggling puzzles. I would like to believe that maybe this is a reflection of lethargy defined by age. It is time to detoxify my contaminated self.

Happy birthday to me. I love me always. Cheers!

Only recently, I posted about my reading someone else’ private blog. Can I help it? I hope I could. But prying someone else’s life is tempting. At first it was curiosity of wanting to know something, truth perhaps. It ended with the discovery that words are “just words”. Sometimes those sweet lines we read could cause heart ache (big time) and doubts. Doubts which we tend to ignore but exist deep within.

I once believed that a missing piece has finally been found. But, now I question the idea. Has it been found? Do we really search for that missing piece in the first place? How come we believe we have found it and then later on, we find it … the second time, third time ... again and again?!

Sweet lines. Does it make sense in the end? Does it really matter?

No one completes one person but himself. There is never a missing piece. These missing pieces are creation of our boggled imagination. There is no missing piece. We complete ourselves. No one else can.

As No one fits just right.

Life is not a song, life is not poetry. Life is reality and, reality is… it sucks most of the time.

be like the flowing river,
silent in the night.
be not afraid of the dark.
if there are stars in the sky, reflect them back.
if there are clouds in the sky,
remember, clouds, like the river, are water,
so, gladly reflect them too,
in your own tranquil depths.

manuel bandeira

The story is about a little wave, bobbling along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He’s enjoying the wind and the fresh air – until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore.
“My God, this is terrible”, the wave says. “Look what’s going to happen to me.”

Then came along another wave, it sees the first wave looking grim, and it says to him. “Why do you look sad?” The first wave says, “You don’t understand. We’re all going to crash. All of us waves are going to be nothing. Isn’t it terrible?”

The second wave says, “No, you don’t understand. You’re not a wave, you’re part of the ocean.”

How many times did I pray
You'd find me
How many wishes on a star
Gazing off into the dark
Dreaming I'd see your face
Safe at home unafraid
Captured in your embrace

So many times
When my heart was broken
Visions of you
Would keep me strong
You were with me all along
Guiding my every step
You are all that I am
And I'll never

It was you who first believed
In all that I was made to be
It was you looking in my eyes
You held my hand
And showed me life
And I've never been the same
Since you first believed

There were times
When I'd thought I'd lost you
Fearing forever was a dream
But it wasn't what it seemed
Placing your hand in mine
You could see in the dark
You were guiding my heart

"there were times when i'd thought i'd lost you. fearing forever was a dream..."

Dream of Me

Let me sleep
For when I sleep
I dream that you are here
You're mine
And all my fears are left behind
I float
On air
The nightingale sings gentle lullabies
So let me close my eyes

And sleep
A chance to dream
So I can see the face
I long to touch
To kiss
But only dreams can bring me this
So let The moon
Shine Softly on the boy I long to see
And maybe when he dreams
He'll dream of me

I hide beneath the clouds
And whisper to the evening stars
They tell me love is just a dream away
A dream away

i so love this song