The Damned Fantastic: Angel of Suffering

She has a spring of life within her that is fond of profuse ejaculations, that needlessly needs to be adored by the sun and things, that dances secretly in public places, and while others hurry across busy roads it feels the need to blow a kiss at the impatient wave of oncoming speeding cars.

Dialogue: The Colour of Grief

Jeremiah cried differently. I suppose that is what loss does to a person but he looked older though his prevailing circumstance had marked him in a way no one could see but only perceive and it changed my impression of him.

Reminisce: When Children Grow.

I was her little butterfly. But in truth, there were days when I was more of a caterpillar or a really little worm. Yet, even then, I remained her little butterfly and that has made all the difference.

Reminisce: The End of Beginnings.

He looked so smug it was easy to hate him. So I prayed his practice failed him. But ten minutes to the New Year and it seemed like this uninteresting man would win all the luck to himself. So I prayed a different prayer begging the wind to blow out his light but nothing happened.

Reminisce: Desiderata

Have you ever wanted something so terribly that your resolve was to labour endlessly, sunset to  sunrise, until that which you want is bequeathed to you by the universe?
Pardon my blandness but I plead that you excuse one more: what was your reward?

What We Lose: An Endless Search For Meaning

Let me ask you outright, gentle reader, if there have not been hours, indeed whole days and weeks of your life, during which all your usual activities were painfully repugnant, and everything you believed in and valued seemed foolish and worthless?

Reminisce: Through Dark Halls.

I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always...

Mended: Thoughts on Courage

But the thing about courage is that it has to be realised. Courage, unlike most things in our universe, does not just exist; it rarely ever just springs up; rather, there has to be a certain consciousness in the making of it.

What We Lose: A Sense of Fulfilment

My father, he used to say, “…strive to be the best, God knows I would expect nothing less. Never relent because always you will find someone right behind you also striving, waiting to take your place.”  Now, this is not bad advice– it is a good one, nevertheless, an incomplete one.