Its easy to walk away

Its easy to bring a tear to an eye that loved...
Its easy to walk away from a shattered heart…
A falling tear does not cry out, neither does a bleeding heart

baby

Some decisions are so harsh….love for a baby is so pure and so intense that the prospect of separation punches a big hole in the heart. If the separation is for the good of the child, you have no option but to bear it. But it seriously hurts. When you bring up a child, seeing her make sense of some more of the world every day, it kills you to let her go….does this happen to everyone? don't know….

No phone!!!!

I lost my phone, or so I thought. I had just forgotten to take it out of the car when i came to office. But unlike before, i did not get anxiety pangs when i found out I did not have the phone. I did look around for it, but it was more because it seemed appropriate. Otherwise, i felt lighter. Having this mode of communication cut off was so relaxing.
Dry runs have started and life is a pressure cooker. My brain is trying to keep pace with the roller coaster life i have now. But it sometimes leaves me worn out, mentally. After two days of intense anxiety (for stuff that wouldn't have made me raise an eyebrow sometime ago), screaming at people and getting screamed at, I am now feeling stupid. Why do we become pawns so easily? Why do we take on so much nonsense and trouble ourselves with things that don't matter? This is not an excuse to not work, no one can live without work but why cant we work constructively. This is a creative medium, why make it a destructive one. I have one life, one mind and one heart. I am not about to waste these in meaningless issues. Its important to be centered in the middle of chaos. That's what I will try to be.

The price; My life

Truth comes with a price and sometimes the price can be too dear. That is what i realized when I stuck to my own truth, knowing fully well that every syllable i uttered would unravel the carefully knitted fabric of my life. Then again, i wondered how loose the knitting was for it to unravel so easily.
With every word, the light faded out of my life, throwing me in a frightening darkness. But that darkness asks me to kindle the light of my spirit.
I see no one around me right now, I am alone with the truth i defended valiantly. So I will learn to stand alone.
There is more to loving than winning and losing. Loving truly is an end in itself. Caring about the result of love is belittling it, making it a business deal. Love can wound you but those wounds are what set you apart from the multitudes who've never really lived, never really stood up for someone or something. The cross is heavy to bear, but it does strengthen your shoulders….