Beautiful Endings

Growing up is something we glorify, It agrees with our human resistance to remaining stagnant. We want to move on to the next step. We want to be more, to have more. Our hair, our limbs, our cells are doing it too. Growing, expanding, multiplying. Whatever the case, more is obtained. But lately, I've been feeling some kind of way. I've been asking myself this question: is growing up actually simultaneous to breaking down? When I was younger (about 2 months ago), I liked to say, 'When I grow up, I want to....' and I kept asking myself what I meant and suddenly this was a phrase I questioned. What was growing up? Was it my age? My experiences? My physique? I'm starting to think it's a little more than that. I'm starting to think that maybe it's a breaking. A breaking of the mind, the heart. Sometimes the breaking of yourself. Maybe we don't grow up, we just break down. The 'child' who believed that the world was good, tha

A lot of people are said to be 'living comfortably' . It's a phrase I throw around very often too. "Oh, they have a nice house, they are 'living comfortably' ," "When I get myself a car, I'll be 'living comfortably' ." But, what really is this comfort? Is it sitting on a soft cushioned chair? Is it lying on the beach, shades on, wine glass in hand, sun rays tickling your skin? Is it? To be honest, I don't know. But what I do know is that with everything you get, there is some price to pay. To get the comfort of a new car, some might have to pay using the quality time they could have spent with their family. They pay the price by missing birthdays, leaving an empty chair at the dinner table and being absent in photo albums. So does complete comfort really exist? Well... Yes and no. Here's how I would break it down. Life gives us choices, and we tend to make those choices based on what's most important.

  Have you ever wondered what is truly meant by “Nothing new under the sun” Are we as humans limited in our thoughts and inventions? Do we merely recycle ideas and claim them as our own? Is our whole existence based on plagiarism we so deeply discourage? A crime that could get us sued for repeating words without acknowledging the “original owner”? Maybe we are all just criminals through our existence. Here’s what I think: The world is an alphabet. Time, experience and existence all fit into this. Our lives and experiences are like words formed from combining letters of that alphabet. And so, essentially, we could say, new words (experiences) are non-existent in existence. We live on different combinations of the same thing in different ways. Does that mean that human inventions and experiences are limited? How big is the alphabet we live on? Do some letters have accents, paving way for variation? Maybe that’s why we experience deja vu... It’

Life is NOT about making plans. I mean, yes, plans are important, but they only form part of the bigger picture. A very small, but significant part. This thought came to me as I was jogging this morning. For the past three years, I've made timetables, I've gone to sleep prepared, but believe me when I say, NOT ONCE did I ever actually get up and jog. Not once. Until this morning. What does this mean? Planning gives you a direction, but if you don't commit and follow through, the plan is as good as nonexistent. People who keep diaries may look organised, but may in fact just be wasting pen and paper if they never fulfill their commitments. Commitment after making 1 plan is worth more than making 10 and committing to none. A 15 minute jog changed my life. It took me 3 years to finally take that jog. Don't be like me. Commit, get up and run! Carry your commitments like they are part of who you are. And trust me, it will spread to all aspects of your l

I’ve been thinking about life quite a lot lately About giving, receiving. About infinite cycles and the exchange of energy. About what goes around comes around And why Karma exists. Then I remember my Geography teacher telling us that the water system on earth is a closed system This basically means that the amount of water on day 1 of creation is the exact same amount as today So water merely changes state and location. This took me back to when I read ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ and Hazel Grace saying ‘Some infinities are bigger than others’ And so I started thinking of infinity… You see, the universe is made of an infinite amount of energy, and this infinite amount of energy has been infinite since day 1 of creation. This means that all around us is anything and everything we want and can ever dream of It’s just in a different state or form For example, in order to get good grades you need to swap laziness for hard work, and then fuel yourself up with healthy

I’ve been tired lately, very tired. In fact, I’ve been exhausted. On most days I wish God could give my days an extra hour. Or just slow down time so I can get more done. But I’m alright. I could say I’m overly satisfied. You see, our bodies were not made to rest. They possess deep wells of energy. They were made to work. And work makes you tired. Any work can exhaust you. Yet a special type of work can leave you content in fatigue. Remember when we were younger? When we played all day with friends? When we ran around and jumped up and down? Remember how tired we would be at the end of the day? Ready to even fall asleep in our dinner plates? What a drag eating would be. But remember how happy, satisfied and content we were? We went to sleep excited to do the same tiring thing all over as soon as the sun came up again. I don’t know about you, But I feel that this is a lesson to learn from the inner child. That childhood spirit can help us identify the fatigue t