#3amramblings

[cosmictomatopaste-blog]

When the two become the one And the inside outside, the outside in So that the male be not male nor the female female Then will you see me. #WesleyStace #3amramblings #genderfluid #twosidesofthesamecoin

[writingfortheunusualmind-blog]

Tick. Tick tick tock. Tock. Tock tick. To-ick. Ktoik. "You are running out of time..." the clocks all sing to me in a discordant tone. Counting down the seconds I have left in this game. I am unsure which one is keeping the correct time.... maybe all of them are wrong. My opponent is waiting for my next move, but I can't keep the voices silent long enough for me to pick. Everything hinges on whether I want to press forward or begin my retreat. Would it not be safer to back away while I still have the chance? I have already come so far. There is too much pressure here, not enough air. I can't breathe anymore. I start trying to count my breaths. Tick. One. Tock. Two. Totickck. Was that 4? Maybe 5.... Kocicktotic. TOckKicIcToTICKOCKCkickO. Everything is jumbled. Breathing is erratic. I finally take the plunge. It has to be now. I- It has to be done. The sword stabs through the thin parchment laying atop my desk. Blood courses down the desk; words being slashed across the page. Life blood spilling out, spelling out words that have longed to flood the world. I have focused in on one particular clock's beat now. Boom.... boom.... boom... boom... It seems to harmonize with the war going on inside my mind. Its beat deep, sonorous, calling out to me that it is not over yet. That this is only the beginning. It whispers to me, "Time passes as all time must, but with each sound begins a new moment. We must continue forward." I sigh deeply, and press onward with the knowledge that though time may continue to move forward it means that there is still time left.

[ieunoiaa]

Anti-Show casing

How this other day I was telling myself that social media is a plague. It acts as a deterrent to our growth rather than helping us advance in our endeavors. Sure we learn and experience a lot of things through it, but it is only helpful to the extent we are competent at the art of time management. 

I end up scrolling and wasting my time on social platforms more than I should. It stresses me so much. All it involves is what people are doing in their own lives and how they can prove it to everybody else that their lives are better than all the rest. We live in such a people-pleasing world. I am not blaming anybody, I am also a member of the same community. 

I want to imbibe positive values. When I think of the advantages of being active on social media the cons outweigh the pros and I know this is the right time to do the much-needed thing. Quit. I should get off this menace and try to learn new things through books and other online portals. The time I waste on the internet, I can make it up by trying my hand at something new. Like calling up a friend I haven't spoken to in a long long while or bake that dessert I wanted to, indulge in DIY, clean up. There is just so much to do after we shut out all the nuisance from our lives. 

I love to click pictures of the things that inspire me and that I connect to. I plan to make a journal of these visuals so that I can be in my best spirits whenever I sift through it. I also tend to stick my collection around my home, to give it a personal touch, my identity. It's highly essential for me to make my living space as connected to me as it can be. It is amazingly inspiring to live and function in a positive place, which truly recognises your person. 

So in a nutshell, I am going to contract the time I devote to social media and Facebooking and instead indulge in creative pursuits that actually aids in making me a happier person. Plus will keep updating this space as it feels so light and better to jot down what my mind is blabbering. Until tomorrow. 

[ieunoiaa]

The joy of giving

We can gain so much out of life and out of our routine if only we notice the details. Paying attention to them can be the best habit you would ever inculcate. It could be as simple as leaving a ‘thank you’ note behind for the waiter who would pick up your dirty dishes after you’re done eating at a restaurant. It will really brighten up his monotonous day.  He will surely greet you with more warmth in your next visit. Leave a genuine appreciation for the chef on the feedback form maybe? Treat your colleagues by bringing them their morning coffee just one fine day, not because you have a reason to do so but simply because you want them to be happy about a small surprise. Bring joy in each room you enter and every life you touch. Greet the guy at the cash counter, appreciate the woman sitting next to you on a bus whose dress you really like. Candid confession is very much cherished. Each day would be a better day if one can think of better ways to co-exist with fellow individuals. Spread love and laughter. Share passions and dreams. Grab the moment and make it the best.

[ieunoiaa]

Heart-to-Heart

There are so many thoughts and stories running in my mind all the time and when it comes to picking one to talk about, it is such an impossible task. The start is always the trickiest part. Whenever I want to start writing a piece I can never pin point on that one thing that I wanna talk about, there’s just so much! I guess, one should start piece by piece, one story at a time. Write down whatever comes to your mind, till the time you get what you wanted when you started. But you know what, as I write along, each one after another becomes a favourite; because each text is a true imprint of my heart. Writing is the language of the heart, its the soul talking and whatever it says is impeccably beautiful. It is never flawed, neither it is a lie nor mediocre. Each writing, by every person is one of a kind, a word of their soul, the reflection of their hearts spilt on paper for the world to grasp. So, don’t hesitate to bloat papers whenever your heart is chattering and wanna talk. I get to know myself better after putting my scattered thoughts in writing, its like a conversation I have with my heart. So fulfilling. So let the heart talk, let it go and keep scribbling, you would love whatever it has to say.

[ieunoiaa]

I have come to a realisation that no two places are different. No matter how far you go from the place you absolutely hate until the time you change your mindset, the most beautiful of landscapes wouldn’t appeal to you. You are never lonely, no matter how isolated and secluded you might feel because there are always good things in process, about to, happen to you. While you sob during bedtime in your pillow, God is probably choosing the best things he wants you to experience. So always have faith in the process and dont forget the power of truth, kindness and love. Its above all. Good things may take time to happen but they are bound to sweep you off your feet when the time arrives.

Lots of Love.

[ieunoiaa]

Fall seven, Get up eight

I remember reading Rumi who quoted ‘Seek those who fan your flames’ and how it perched in my belief. There’s no joy in living a life half fulfilled when we can just be a little brave and achieve that extra, well-deserved mile. We must associate ourselves with people who are our good wishers and always ready to push us to up our respective games. It's just one chance that we get, my friend, a one and only shot at life and we must never ever miss it because of someone who is too good at judging us. It's your life and you must live it on your terms and conditions exclusively; with no exceptions. You need not be disheartened in case of a slip because all great heroes are scarred and it's this that make them who they are, we must get right back up and keep on moving till the time we achieve what excites our spirit. Fall seven and Get up eight. And yeah don’t forget to have loads of fun along your way. 

Lots and Lots of Love.

[b00k--zombi3]

Poetry

Ah, my favorite. The best example of less is more. Poetry is like the heart and soul of literature. Like someone decided to strip all the unnecessary wording and explinations and paragraphs, etc., and just squeeze what was left into a simple but beautifully intricate and mind blowingly deep collection of stanzas and patterns we know as poetry.