I long for an equal playing field where determining factors exclude family or relations, color or creed, gender or sexuality, age, or even length of legs, type of hair, size of waistline, and the like, and where we are all treated the same, unless the job calls for thin, long legs that carry a bony…… Continue reading My heart’s desires
I have been “around”, but I suspect I was not truly present. I exist. I float. I flit, not in the British sense but like a small bird. Not long ago, I was making (not made) a conscious effort to pay attention to my life. The intention was good. It was a work-in-progress. Sadly, it…… Continue reading The importance of being present
I cannot deny that one day I will wake up and realize that my hair has completely changed from black to grey. Then, I will remember the days I started noticing the grey, slowly. I will remember that I told myself not to worry about it and that I would be better off leaving it…… Continue reading One day
Sometimes, ugly thoughts invade my head. My halo turns to black. Is a black halo worse than no-halo? It exists. “If your only claim to fame is being an early bird, or your ability to work like a donkey, or being a member of a certain family, then you better skill up and develop some…… Continue reading Black Halo
It is true. What I learned about life thus far still applies. Of many, one specific lesson has not changed: nothing stays the same. Everything in life is temporary. Nothing in life is constant, except death and taxes, you would say, of course. I remain pondering… Do I want to be right or do I…… Continue reading Being right is overrated
It doesn’t take much to know how I am doing at any point in time. My life is pretty much an open book. I can be effortlessly deciphered. My creativity peaks when any part of my life outside of writing is far from beautiful. When it is not a wonderful world for me, I write…… Continue reading An Open Book
Originally posted on Crossroads and Conquests:
This, too, shall pass.