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Coffee. Good coffee. A good cup cures me of my dragon, fire breathing moods. Coffee is my remedy, has always been, since I discovered its goodness.
In the midst of finding the calm in the series of grave grey days, I am finding myself confronted with thoughts, situations and my own feelings towards them. Being conscious of how I react, I am one to run. I have always been running.

“No more running, says my mind” and I’d be brave, I’ll fight the battles I have to. For life is like that isn’t it?

There is much that lies ahead, but what matters most is not where we will be in that realm of eventuality, but where we are now, and how we make every step we take count towards what we love and what we need and want in this current phase which we live in.

 

The past is the past, essentially the era of where we lived, where “what once was” resides. But this does not mean that these are dead, wiped out, living in the land of NEVER. The past is still very much alive within us, it has died once, by passing on to the “past” (noun), but essentially it it very much a live. It lives within us, it is the essence of what is making us, in the now, what will be us in the future.

 

T.

Family

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One day, when all the crazy and wild of youth has past, and life is but a steady hum of peace and growth and love, this is what you will be coming home to. A family of one’s own, to a nest one has built.

T.

Common sense

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A paragraph off C.S. Lewis’s A Grief Observed.

Though story books are entertaining once in awhile, my mind has taken to preferring reads like these. Of reflections and of gaining understanding. As one eats to feed the body, one should read such to feed the mind.

And this paragraph in particular articulates the emotion so aptly. That no amount of common sense would suffice when it comes to matters of love, or love lost.

Which serves as a reminder, that though there may exist academic disciplines which are bound by equations and all things factual, life itself cannot simply be reduced to parts like that that make up math or economics. Much exists in a realm which our limited minds cannot conceptualize, much of which exists outside the realm of common sense and logic.

And if we deny ourselves of that truth, we are missing out the vast beauty of which is life in itself.

T.