Life is just a series of tiny moments. Unique little, fleeting “nows”… that happen in the moment, before we realise it happened. At an attempt to understand the now, to determine what the now even is, takes us away from it, and to a new experience. A new now, spent on analysing a now that has already passed. For to spend time analysing the moment, you cannot be in it.
It would be a presumptuous yet fair statement, to say that we all have a preconceived notion of what we
A blank canvas. With the material equivalent spread on new walls all around you, you are boundless. You could write,
Isn’t it so interesting, that of the people we are kind to; often ourselves is not one of them? How
When the seed in your hand has come from an apple; it does not matter how much you wish for
There is a reason the question, “What is the meaning of life” has been around since we could perceive our
Peace cannot be achieved, today and now, without an immense amount of effort. It takes everything to let fundamental disagreements, pain, and past unfairness subside in order to move forward without the anvil of the past weighing you down. It cannot be demanded, because by its very definition there can be no force and all parties must accept the conditions amicably.
Demanding peace is no more useful than demanding yourself to relax in a moment of panic. It’s a paradox. Fundamentally it cannot be rushed. It takes effort. It takes endurance, respect, and consistency…
“What day is it?” asked Winnie the Pooh
“It’s today.” squeaked Piglet.
“My favourite day.” said Pooh.
Suppose that in ten million years, humanity has been long wiped off the face of the planet. Some life still remains, but it has regressed to a more primitive state, due to some cataclysmic event, caused by our own iniquity, or some element of chance.
No animal that could understand the basics of calculus has existed on the rock called Earth for a very long time.
When one day, entirely by chance, our no longer blue planet is discovered, by some nomadic civilisation …