Nobody seemed to remember the old house on the hilltop. The white walls worn and yellowed by time were speckled with thousands of small pinholes where termites have eaten through the wood leaving a complex web of faint lines. Pieces of blue shutters hung precariously on rotten joints or crumbled into piles of sand on […]
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The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.Benjamin Disraeli Every time somebody asks for a list of my heroes, I experience emotional turbulence. It begins with the same symptoms of both, creative anxiety and impostor syndrome. I go around and around, torn between curiosity and
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Habit or Discipline? What am I missing? Our habits might make our sweat looks like discipline. But it that so? I reckon I’ve been tired most part of life! The obvious outcome of restlessly going about multiple tasks with a sense of urgency that has more to do with “time’s running out”, than being happy
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Part One Is snowing. Big fluffy flakes spark and swayed in the wind, hiding everything under white cottony layers on its way. I get out of bed ready for my morning coffee, and as I look at the snow covering the window’s sill, a tiny sparrow chirps and flies around to catch my attention. You…
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I don’t remember when it started, I think that I knew all my life I was destined to fight this war. The burden of fate, the all-encompassing certainty that things shall unfold the way they are meant to; no matter how much you crave to have a choice. I don’t remember my parents, I was
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. John Muir It is a sad day when a tree is struck be lighting, burned in a fire or just dies of decay and sickness. Nature has its own way of changing and renewing. Disturbances
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