What are you running for? What is your destination? Why this hurry, my friend, are you lost? People are, in fact, in a continuous pain that you can actually realize it, if you know where to look for the human soul. They are, however, in a stubborn resistance and neglect of their pain so thatContinue reading “You Are Not Okay And You’ll Never Be”
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A Mind Full of Nada
Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without. Today, I did not seek the light of truth or right way of living in Buddha’s teachings nor questioned the capitalist understanding of meditation. I simply learned mindfulness by using the most essential tool to my existence: breathing. It was my first meditation experience. Why didContinue reading “A Mind Full of Nada”
Becoming A Tornado
Here I am, sitting in my studying+dining+resting chair, thinking about the dream I had tonight. In this universe of my imagination, a tornado was coming into town. I was so close to it, waiting in awe, and it was a tornado you know —doing its tornado thing—destroying everything, scaring people off, turning the trees upsideContinue reading “Becoming A Tornado”
The Foreigner/ WoaaTh!
My last post was on not speaking for 17 years, wouldn’t that be weird if I did not speak like that? Well, I do speak, and that causes some problems recently. Whenever I speak, for example, people get annoyed or look at me suspiciously, probably asking themselves, who the heck brought her here? Or, howContinue reading “The Foreigner/ WoaaTh!”
Dare Not Speak For 17 Years
I decided because I argued so much and I talk so much, you see, that I was going to stop speaking for just one day – one day to give it a rest. And so I did. I got up in the morning, and I didn’t say a word. John Francis, TED John Francis didContinue reading “Dare Not Speak For 17 Years”
An Oblomovian Existence
“When you don’t know what you’re living for, you don’t care how you live from one day to the next. You’re happy the day has passed and the night has come, and in your sleep you bury the tedious question of what you lived for that day and what you’re going to live for tomorrow.”Continue reading “An Oblomovian Existence”
I Accept a Promise of a New Life
“Stone cold faces let you keep you poisoning your bloodCut you open then you’ll see poison in your blood” I like this song. More than that, I was this song. But there is always healing. Right now, I think I began healing. Oh, isn’t this wonderful! I have achieved my dream of having an apartmentContinue reading “I Accept a Promise of a New Life”
Me? An Island
I have been in this city for three years. And now that I look back, I haven’t made any friends. What was the problem? Maybe people were too loud, too phony, too stupid… Was I a determined introvert? No, it wasn’t that. I did not want them around myself. Even when they wanted me aroundContinue reading “Me? An Island”
What is to being
I have a ukulele that I can’t learn, a painting that gives me nightmares, dying flowers, some mistakes have no soul, should I pet a fish? I think they know more than we do, or they are like us, most of them, the ones we can see and touch, the ones that are convenient becauseContinue reading “What is to being”
The Strange Uncharted Being
“The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?”Continue reading “The Strange Uncharted Being”
Myshkin Thoughts 