If only I can find happiness—this is the sigh of millions, if not billions, around the globe. If I can find happiness, life will no longer be so without purpose, without direction, without depth and meaning. I will no longer be without hope.
IMG – Luca Upper – unsplash.com
Nobody cares anymore.
What a liberating thought. What an alarming reality. It all depends on your stance and philosophy of life.
We’re getting closer to counting the sleeps…
The planned schedule is to have both Be Silent, the novel, and Be Good, the novella, available by late November 2016. Be Good is the prequel to the novel, but the books can be read in any order.
The gravel road wounded higher and higher into the mountains—its broken surface unending—an injustice even to the hardiest of 4×4 vehicles. Our rear-wheel drive Volkswagen Kombis showed the stalwart medal they were made of, as we steered with caution to avoid the dragon-tooth rocky protrusions that paved the mountain road. Our progress was so painful and precarious, that no dust trail was left behind the vehicles.
Malealea Band, Lesotho – visualhunt.com
I met a thirty-something gentleman last year who arrived in North America five years ago. We conversed in English—his fifth language. He was born in the Middle East, and grew up with Kurdish, Arabic and Farsi. Ten years ago he moved to Cyprus and mastered Greek. When he crossed the Atlantic, he conquered the Queen’s tongue.
What I found most intriguing about the man, was his remark when we parted ways, “You know what I’m going to learn next, sir? Spanish and French.”
There was no doubt in my mind that he would do exactly that.
visualhunt.com – IMG – Magdalar
Reflecting on the lives we live, the question remains—how can we look at it with new eyes?
Are we able to look beyond the obvious, the mere physical objects that our eyes, optic nerves, and visual cortexes—our brains, register? For many of us, even that is a haze. We are too busy with our manicured, über-managed lives to notice. And if we do notice, do we register—does it impact us at all?
A place where friends and family meet – take care of them
When we look at life—what do we see?
Have we become so busy, so numb that we slide through our daily existence, go through the motions, in automatic mode—registering little, seeing even less, and fail to be inspired—emotionally blind?
Empty chairs – NYC – August 2016
The first time!
Everything in our lives has a first time—from the day we were born till our last breath, there will be ‘first times.’
Abuse blossoms in silence. That is why it thrives.
Why are we surprised when people stand up and speak out to end abuse? Is it because so few do?
When you walk past a bookstore, do you ever feel this overwhelming compulsion to go inside? Oh, only to browse and enjoy the ambience, vowing not to buy anything.
I do, almost every time. I have an even greater weakness toward old second-hand bookstores.