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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Found Nemo

The weather has been unusually hotter than normal and many friends unusually hopping hot and stress from grounds of heat walls of intense tension. Not spared, I dipped into the pool. Not shabby at all. Sometimes one simply must learn to disconnect from harsh reality or the learning of it, or one just faces breaking mind.

It was not ideal but the facility is there far more than a utility in sustaining sanity. Strength, will, endurance or determination all dispersed in the apparition of insanity. Swimming is a great workout, but 2.5 km can produce happy hormones unsurpassed by effects of any drugs.

I have been swimming 2.5 km at least 3 times a week for many years. When troubles, difficulties and uncertainties brewing and boiling in a mind, the focus was gone, the task turned unworthy and even an attempt was merely a dream. Perhaps, age could be a boil in mind too.

Learned that no one will or can sweeten one’s bitterness, one has only oneself to sweeten one’s bitterness sweet. The dip in the pool took a long 90 minutes and 2.4 km. I found what I lost for tonight. I will find it again another day or night. The child is just playing hide and seek. Finding Nemo, chuckled! Are you as lost as Nemo? Were you lost like Nemo?

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Seven Sages Wonder


The mind does not work the way one wish or like to, which is simply most of the time.

A boat lost in ocean, it obeys highs and lows. Night when ocean kindly calms, when he swims in a space of sheer serenity. When ocean is stormy, day or night, the heart sinks into darkness swirls with apprehension, smashing blindly against currents of anxiety. Ocean depth is not scary, perhaps the invisible currents of uncertainty, anxiety that make it scary.

If two out of seven the ocean dark calmness favors he, he cannot brag no spring. Who dares to anticipate springs seven out of seven? What future lies ahead for those suffers complete rumbles and ruins of their beloved homes in Syria? Deafened cries no one can hear! Deadened pain who can feel?


Why lesser so many lives? If, and when, spring frequents his path, he knows it is fortune. I beg and pray good wishes, peace and happiness for those who are not.