Open Space...

I started blogging since 2007 and as the years go by I started to feel like not writing at all. Sometimes if not always, I feel lazy in-between years and so maintaining this blog wasn't plausible and I wasn't really consistent, except for laziness. I was never a writer, nor aiming to be one. I did this blogging just to express my feelings. I am an introvert person. I love to be on my own, where I don't have to worry about people around me. Blogging is one way of communicating to the outside world, outside of myself. I would rather have a quality time with a dog than to spend a lot of time with people. I used to have one and I would love to have a dog right now but in my current situation, I find it hard to get one. So sad. And so I decided to write again because there is a need for me to somehow express how I feel. It's been quite a time since all the feelings have been kept inside of me. Perhaps this longing to be heard is somewhat brought by the pandemic and the quara...

On life... We only see the opposites in the ironies of life, we seldom acknowledge the "in-betweens" which is the sanctuary of maturity that which eventually bears the fruit of wisdom... _______________________ On loosing faith on oneself... Lately I become cynical over things I'm painfully sarcastic about, ostentatious on circumstances complementing on what i perceive to be imperative. Like a leaf wavering in the air after it fell from a tree, the wind perceptively becoming my captain bringing me to ambiguity, transparently loosing my ground. _______________________ On uncertainties The oblivion lingers my head. Trudging a voyager to wander about in the abyss of wisdom. Wondering how this incurable insanity appearing in a lucid dream becomes an existence which is apparently an illusion. _______________________ On helplessness... Murmuring inside is an emphaty to heed the call of the mute, each word subdues his own propinquity, inexplicably desiring to pierce the adversar...