Posted on February 16, 2016
Ever since Spring semester started I’ve been trying to wake up earlier, fix myself a simple breakfast, and brew a cup of coffee each morning. I think it’s been good for me because it gives me time to think as I give myself up to its silence. There are things I find during this time. Sometimes, I uncover peace and other times grief is quick to greet me. To be completely honest, ever since the start of this new year I’ve been quite depressed. I like to think the number of days in a life is like the number of sand in an hourglass. Eventually, the last grain will fall as we breathe our last breath. We don’t have forever the way our delusional eyes paint for us. Thus, there has to be a sense of urgency with the way we spend our day because it is a day we’ll never get back. Therefore, my lack of productivity, and the lack of attempt to chase what I love has been excruciatingly painful for me. Unfortunately, the clock is ticking and the hours are going by. The past increases as the future recedes, and it feels like my possibilities are slipping away as regrets are collected. Perhaps I’m being dramatic? Yeah, probably. This has been on my mind for some time now. I just wish I can get myself to do something about it but strangely, I won’t. I don’t know why.
I haven’t posted in about a month and I haven’t even touched this blog since. I guess my mind has just been elsewhere lately. However, I think it’s about time I start coming back and begin posting regularly. If you guys have read to the end of this long rant, then please write a comment! How has your guys’ 2016 been so far?
Posted on May 25, 2015
“The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes
Posted on March 19, 2015
I went hiking this morning and it was quite nice. Strangely, this specific trail had no other hikers besides me. I don’t know if that’s because I went rather early in the morning or because this place is secluded. I wasn’t bothered by it though. In fact, it was very enjoyable. Something about the morning as the sun paints silhouettes at dawn brings a sense of serenity that I don’t know how to describe.
Then I wondered why there is no word to describe the feeling of this precise moment? “The feeling or atmosphere one experiences that come when you take a peaceful stroll through the stillness of nature.” There is no actual word for it in the English language. It makes you question whether our culture lacks the understanding for moments like these, but who knows? Perhaps, the feelings produced through these moments are just beyond the description of words, something only an emotional encounter can express. What I do know is that these experiences have been truly felt within me.