The nature of life is this – it is measured. We live with an invisible clock, ticking away until the moment it stops ticking away. Within each one of us, irrespective of whatever our nature – plant, beast, bee or human – there exists a time bomb of sorts that is pre-programed to go off at a certain time. Now, why do we need a time bomb, you ask?
Peace is a pathway that can move us forward and away from intense emotional suffering and pain. It takes practice to create this pathway, after which, it becomes a healthy habit, just like brushing our teeth everyday.
I don’t want Time to stop. When Time stops, stories don’t happen – yours and mine. I don’t wish to stay on forever, caught within the pages of an incomplete story, living a life in the absence of laughter and love.
Every natural disturbance is the result of a build-up. The volcanoes, the earthquakes, the hurricanes, there is no magical appearance anywhere. We just don’t see them growing underneath, coming for us. They hold on for as long as possible, until they can’t.
What happens when you don’t know what is going to happen next? When you don’t know what you like and dislike? Or when you are feeling lost? And yet, you wish to go somewhere, do something, become someone – become you!
I wonder how many of them are young and free-willed like my son and his friend, wanting to stay out a little more, flap around a little more, test their boundaries a little more. Instead, they all head back home, reluctantly chasing after the older, wiser, birds.
Humans are born needy and stubborn. But we grow up as warriors, each one of us, having our own battles to fight. My battlefield exists within me. Yes, I am a warrior, and l let out the fiercest battle-cry every day. I hope to win this war.
My mind wanders, wondering about destiny. Are we constantly changing ours, with every action, every thought? Or are we pre-programmed to keep changing our destinies, with every breath, every move?
“Nothing will happen to me. I am fine and will continue to be fine.” My husband recited his well-worn mantra to me when I pointed
Until two months ago, there was a huge chart hanging on my wall, right beside my writing desk. It was my vision board. I had
The other day, my father-in-law fell head first on to the smooth, polished mosaic flooring in the house. I saw him fall before he fell