The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you don’t like, and do what you’d rather not. Mark Twain Eating healthy is more often than not easier said than done. For a period of time in my early twenties I really tried […]
She stepped out from the little gathering to grab some fresh air and clear her thoughts. They had gone into the event happily enough. She wasn’t expecting much. These days it seemed like people tried too hard to be witty or seem to be great conversationalists. Being cooped […]
Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase. – Martin Luther King, Jr. Faith. It’s a powerful word. Faith has different connotations and meanings for people. Whatever it may mean to you, it in part, must mean doing without knowing the whole […]
I have lived in chaos for a rather long time. I may even dare to say since childhood. And, at times I say so proudly. It’s a sign of resilience in my mind. In my worldview. See, I do well in chaos. Or so I believe or have […]
Cookies. Yum. But bad. Happy but sad. She loved baking them. But she couldn’t eat them. Everytime she went to take a bite, tears would start streaming down her face. She was reminded of how she would bake with her loved ones. Now, she baked and there was […]
The moon was bright. Shining, casting a light on all that was wrong. It didn’t let up. It couldn’t. But it didn’t matter. All transgressions were to be forgiven the morning after. There was always the morning after. There was always a way to explain things or find […]
The tree knew all her secrets. She would whisper sweet nothings. The tree’s body knew she didn’t want to stay on the carousel. Her secrets were not for the faint of heart. She was a wicked one. She patted it and told the tree Yes, I did it. […]
She had spent half the day crying. Her tears immediately washed away. She had cried in the shower and it felt cathartic. She then had gone out to walk around and it started to rain. Her tears kept streaming mixing in with the rain. Now she was back. […]
She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait? None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. […]
Time to start the day. Tick tock. Tick tock. Time to get the coffee going. Time to put the smile on the face. Time to grin and bear it. Time is ticking away. Time to hold the back sturdy. Time to stop biting the nails. Time to punch […]
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