What is this notion of bliss, this most venerable of a concept? What is it about it that is so unattainable, so desirable, and so fulfilling all at once?
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
Happiness, as everything else in life, is fleeting. It is temporary. This is not scary, or negative. It’s a fact.
All it takes is a great reader, a great speaker – a great writer – to challenge the absolute core
There was a time when as the stars passed by in the night outside my window, I would stare out
If you think you are irreparably hurt; remember that at some point, you have lied to your mother. You have
“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 …