23_01_31

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”  - Charles Bukowski


23_01_27

The mundane interchanges with excitement

Excitement swims with anxiety

Anxiety fades away surrounded by hope

Hope lights up confidence

Confidence breeds action




23_01_14

She stood there looking with hope. Or was it sorrow, maybe sadness? I couldn’t tell due to the distance separating us.
We looked at each other from afar as if searching for a connection. Then came a new day and then another one. Days changed to weeks. 

It was like a fading ritual where the picture became more blurry and distant as time passed. It was hard to see anything. That said, there was an accompanying air of togetherness and longing for wisdom that might never come. 

After many weeks, all of a sudden, a fleeting moment occurred where the air started clearing. The distance brought sense and long-awaited hope. The fog separating us disappeared.

Yet, there was nobody there.





22_12_19

I see the nooks, rocks, tiny sand peninsulas formed, as if accidentally, by the ocean. Walking, I notice the footsteps of others before me. The water evaporates on the hot as hell black beach sand. It creates a misty vail on the horizon. It’s soothing. It resets my internal systems. It reminds and helps to forget.

I have my path set long time ago. I go back and forth as a form of tradition, meditation, sometimes as a form of escapism.

It takes away the worries, brings peace among the solitude. The sun, in it’s ritual fall, adds pastel colours. Same as in a recipe when you add your favourite flavour on top. Just as much and as little so it’s not ruined.

Everything sets in place. There is only one sunset in a day.  


22_12_18

“All civilisations have a tendency toward narcissism, and the stronger the civilisation, the more clearly this tendency will appear. It spurs civilisations into conflict with others, triggering their arrogance and lust for domination.This always involves contempt for Others.” 

― Ryszard Kapuściński, The Other