Trying to make a point while eating chicken wings doesn’t make it as serious as it should be. But I am serious about what I write today because thoughts have been burning my mind. Trying so hard just te be happy — goddarnit. We all are. But sometimes you wonder why you can’t just get…
Some days I can’t articulate my thoughts. Call it “writer’s block” or whatever that feeling of feeling stuck is. I’ve started writing some lines approximately six times this week — four of them from today alone — and I just can’t find the connectors, the transitions, the right prepositions… I’ve lost my train of thought…
We’re all out here playing psychiatrists and philosophers and wizards and astronomers; telling one another how to best live life or what the secret to happiness is, when we don’t know jack about it and common sense can’t save us anymore. But I guess that’s what makes life a little more bearable, right? The little…
I remember the day. Spontaneity was in the air. Sky, bright. Sun, a delight. What a laugh we had. Then, the rain came down and, instead of running from it, we ran towards it. We stayed. We played with it, and we went through it. Because waiting for the storm to pass was not an…