How often do we feel the need to hide, to blend out all that is unwanted, the harsh, the crude, yet painfully real? Finding refuge is a necessity, it seems. Thus, we wander off into distant lands, where our ideals meet past experiences, our deficiencies become abundances, our weaknesses become talents and all that usually […]Read more "Finding refuge in reality"
Overcoming uncertainty, or rather: accepting it. When a whole life is spent making plans and thinking of the future, the present suffers greatly. That present which is the only thing that is ever certain, the only thing that even gives us the chance to create impact for the future in a way that making plans […]Read more "Overcoming uncertainty"
The water keeps dripping incessantly. Drop by drop it hollows out the stone. Once cold and brute, it is now cold and smooth, bent to the point of having no will of its own. It was never enough, it never could be. Too this, too that, not enough of this, but always below standard. Only […]Read more "When “not enough” becomes too much"
Trivial and meaningless is all that springs to mind. Yet it feels like a storm, the branches cracking beneath its might. Air: life-giving yet so destructive. The condition for living also makes us miserable. The origin of our consciousness is pain. How fitting then that throughout life, suffering makes us realize that we’re alive. When impulses are […]Read more "To be human, not to stall"
The beauty of the earth being round lies in the fact that a path never ends, you can only be stopped somewhere along the way. When it is over, it is never over because the end has been reached. The end does not exist. Every part of the way is important, whether it’s a smooth […]Read more "The triptych of time"
When every nuance can be discarded, everything is either black or white, reality, whosever it may be, has no place anymore. Grey is the only color that is truly there. Saying it is made up of black and white presupposes the existence of black and white. Nothing, however, has ever been completely clear, completely one […]Read more "The illusion of righteousness"
So bleak a prospect, so weak the light that manages to shine through. Through all the darkness that fills my head, the ink, the fog, the poison… a dimmed yellow speck is within sight but out of reach. That there might be something, so rare yet so yearned for that can unravel the spider’s webs that […]Read more "Unsettled mind, rough sea"