We’ve got used to writing pieces of thoughts. Here and there. Whatever comes out of our mind first, we type it and hit send. No analyzing, no proofreading, no paraphrasing or summarizing. Just hit send. What a poor habit. We don’t allow our thoughts to be fully formed before sending them away. It’s like the … Continue reading Hey
Tag: Poetry
You changed
Think of the city in which you grew up… you’ve probably left your hometown and visited a few times, every now and then. Have you realized how little it’s changed since you left? People at your hometown are almost the same, doing the usual stuff — working, hobbies, outings, getting married and raising children. But you, you … Continue reading You changed
Was it meant to be?
I wonder if it was ever meant to be, mainly because it was too good to be true. I wonder what’s really meant to be and what’s ephemeral, purposely to not be illusional. I wonder what’s the lesson behind and why, simply because I care to know and learn. I wonder if it could’ve been different and how, just because the story could’ve had a happier ending. I keep wondering what could’ve been … Continue reading Was it meant to be?
It’s unpredictable
We often tell ourselves to leave things for tomorrow — we procrastinate. But nobody knows if we’ll wake up tomorrow at the same state of life: being able to walk, speak, listen, taste, feel…or even wake up at all. Life will always be unpredictable. That’s the pure reason it’s interesting. In stoicism, Stoics tend to remind us … Continue reading It’s unpredictable
Tremendous joy
We all have a few things that bring joy to our life. As for me, I remember as a kid that my parents’ place always had a hammock in the balcony, where I used to spend time swinging, hanging, and napping during hot afternoons in Venezuela. It’s usually warm/hot there, so it was often that … Continue reading Tremendous joy
Make the heart go faster
There’s a great internal sensation about running as fast as a humanly possible, although it doesn’t show up externally. Our faces are often tight, which is a reflection of our brains. But who cares. All I care and want to feel when I’m running at my fastest is how wonderful it‘s to know that my … Continue reading Make the heart go faster