Thoughts channeling through my scrambled brains.

When your good-natured values is like a double-edged sword, constantly, slowly and steadily taking away your ability to give your all gradually, each of all the other next times. That is what makes living to the fullest … a little more extra effort.

The most important things in life is indeed hardest to see and difficult to talk about. There are so over-whelming you will need to close your eyes wide shut to .. just be in the moment and acknowledge it and then let it take you higher.

And then life is just a series of effort leading to these kind of moment and flanked by many more failures to reach this moment.  A necessary and evil cycle, depending on how you look at it. If a fulfilled or successful life is living for these moments (when we achieve our goals, or what we want), means we have to spend every moment of our life trying. How exhausting can it be? or more importantly - how fulfilling and satisfying it can turn out to be.

In the midst of this whole process - breathing, working, mending and keeping relationships. Can be very trying. But try anyway. Its always good to live for yourself, but once in a while, we have to live for somebody/something else. Losing yourself is essential of living life to the fullest.

Just remember the earth turns one way sometimes and all we can do is try to learn, and it most certainly has a wicked sense of humour.

You'll be just as far in, as you'll ever be out.

It's all about the perspective.

You'll always be just as far in, as you'll ever be out.

Just like how,

success is failure inside out.

Monday

Hello!!

Today was perfect. The perfect blend of madness. Within and Without.


Here is one of the most beautiful rendition of :

Opinion.

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Remember that feeling that you have - when you think about your dream job, your dream house, and whatever you want. Or be it your yearly resolutions.

This particular year, I didnt pen down any particular resolution. Instead I had a detailed plan on what I want and what my purpose was, for the coming 5 years, 10 and 15 and 20. Coming up with the plan took a little while - because I wanted to make sure it was a gradual learning and growing process instead of an out of reach dream.

To much surprise - I have manage to tick every number in my 5 years plan and, surprisingly moved on to tick a couple of points in my 10 year plan.

Thinking that if it was sooo achievable - it wouldn't be so easy to be ticking all the points in like - less than 6 months. Well, thinking back, I did work very hard for the last few months.
Achieving so much, ticking all that I want to do and achieve. Honestly it didn't give me the satisfaction I thought i would get when I wrote those purpose down.
What happens next?

When you are at the point you want to be - but the smell and taste of it doesn't taste like victory or success.
 What have I gain on the way here?
 What did I sacrifice - what did I risk?  Did achieving my dream really made me happy?
 More importantly - was it what I really wanted. ?
 Should I continue sailing on this journey or throw my anchor into the vast sea and think for a bit?

Was it all the wrong things?
Was it all the right things?

Love.

Love that makes your heart swell.

Happy Sunday!

Minimalist.

The downs and the ups.

Travelling travelling travelling.  I'm seeing so much, learning so much.

Most days, nothing beats coming home to my home. My bed... ah - have i written about that? It's divine. And most days - I fall asleep just looking at the array of amber lights, beautifully positioned outside my window, creating a spectacular landscape of lights.

No time to even think about what I have achieved for the day. To ask myself if I am proud of myself today- did I do the right thing, or today I was just doing things for the sake of doing things. I really hope to ask myself this question every night.

I love my bed, it is my own. I sleep in the middle if I find it too big.

But there are bounds to have days, where I feel that coming back to an empty home - is just depressing.
Owh, yes it is depressing. I can also admit - this very particular feeling about coming back to an empty home can challenge my whole - being. The very meaning of the choices I made and who I have decided to be.

And should I let this feeling, make me feeling like I have nothing? No one to share it with? Reality is that - it does make me feel like all the success doesn't matter. It does make the fact all the clearer that I indeed have no one to share it with. This feeling, really doesn't feel nice. But ohh - this is life.

And I'm blessed to be experimenting all kinds of emotions and living through it all.
So much love. :D