The Monkey Mind

Strip away all the comforts of civilization and step away from all of its conformities. You will find me contemplating, both physically and mentally exhausted, confused in solitude: “ What is love?” “If there is a heart beating next to yours despite all the vagaries life weights you with, then that lightness of being, the feeling of glad vulnerability is perhaps the closest thing to true love” “To be known for all the right reasons despite being so wrong, is it love?” The world fades away in a blur and I am forgetful of things that are present. Yet, I remember things I should not have forgotten … you see love is the magnet to draw forgotten memories and a powerful catalyst of change in your life. It motivates us to be civilized, and find the middle ground, as it brings the thing called “should/could” into our lives, and we start to feel empathy for the less fortunate and be more forgiving. Being civilized means having the ability to survive and to be able to think for someone whom we

Either way, there's never enough time to do all the things we want." Life is too short to avoid taking risks                          (- Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead)                          Fear We can do more, be more. If we just dare, to do so… How many things did you dream of doing before the grand finale? A thousand, a hundred, or not even a ten ? Promises are broken , and wishes forgotten along with the memories of regret…  It is so easy, to let them go . And easier, to procrastinate!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      (PC:  pngtree.com) Duality. The past and the future. Summation of either distant memories or crossroads of possibility. We live in the past carrying the weight of our identities, race, gender, and the very ide

Blessed by introspection colored in anecdotes the memories coalesce  as I travel back in time... (PC:icanvas.com) The past  emerges as a temporal yet intensive replacement for the present. Recorded within my humble scribblings, they strive to impart justice to living memories alive in the ebb and flow of my naive heart. This flow spreads pervasively to the rest of my being, pulsating the identity I so carry. Rather than the teleological tendency of the rational mind, they convey those epiphanies colored in the spectrum of chaotic emotions witnessed by the light of my awareness. With subjective awareness of the myriad of imperfections never reaching the final conclusions, I am sure they are destined forever to be etched as vague musings. I realize this afresh with the solidarity of  me  that exists in the possibility of different dimensions. Nonetheless, I connect with those different versions of I , and we are never so sure that they shall remain as mere musings.   The present I wish,

" The price of wisdom is suffering " " Yet, when all is lost... even a part " you ", you define as yourself, hold on, be the steady rock enduring the wrathful storm, with a pure heart, a clear mind, and spirit free  letting go, distraction, abstraction, retraction holding in only  that which you truly need, then, you will rescue yourself,  then, you will soar to true freedom, then, the only question is when..." ...When we become  more  when we have  less  ..."  -the earth opens up to the heavens for mortals to ascend,"   once more                                                                                                                                                                                   (PC:  reflections25blog.wordpress.com) In, the u ncertainty that   represents life,   having less, the heart synchronizes with the mind, and the body strives with purposeful steps continuing that long march, under the sweltering sun during the

    Introspection ; my dear old friend graces me with her visits, unexpected yet pleasant. She always arrives bearing gifts, precious on her each visit, subsequent. And thus, she graciously extends her warm trust unto me, and I cannot help but kindly return it, likewise.                                                                                                                                                                                                              (PC: deviantart.com) The steady hands in the tickling clock hanging on the wall, turn dutifully half a dozen times…, yet indifferent we, we eagerly learn from each other, as equals. And so, her eclectic vision guides my thoughts, and my humble perception explores her depths. Knowing her, conversing with her mind; beautifully inquisitive unlike any other, I realized I changed naturally without that constant need that haunted my past self. Realizing it further… my heart beats “Life” Life, it never was, is, or

(PC: The Dews Mist 2018, Catherine Hyde) Winter. True winter is here. Each day shorter and every night longer than the last, painstakingly longer. A while ago, the air which was, as gentle as a lady's smile and as warm as mother's embrace, is no more. In minutes it has dropped to such low, its glancing caress leaves one, shuddering, with a profound sensation of imprinted memory; bone-chilling like needles stabbing through skin reaching to the very depth of the bones, stabbing and stabbing, without mercy. Cold i.e. colder, with heaviness such, not pre-existing, the fragile human body shivers trying to conserve as much warmth as possible, enduring that chilling sensation, yet, barely. The ears ring continuously inside, with a throb, then another, reminding with each of its beat, the cruel reality wherein living needs to struggle, perhaps selfishly, just to survive, day by day, moment by moment, always. Under the mercy of intermittent gusts, the canines growl in one corner and the

(PC:  https://www.pixilart.com/art/a-questioning-love-poorly-drawn-f4e946d954e8947 ) What is love? Is it the longing or is it the completeness that you feel? Is it just an illusion that perhaps wraps us in its control and makes us act in ways that we would not normally do? Likewise, is not man a chaotic being? By nature, is he not the one who is longing for the completeness that he could never have…Is he not searching still even after all he has wanted is fulfilled be it wealth or love or fame? The question is always there though how many times and how long the answer is sought and found. It is always raising in the back of the mind that is never satisfied with anything, anyone or any answers that are available. And it is a bit sad that true peace is only found by the man when he leaves this earth and becomes one with the nature which is his origin and his demise. And it is quite beautiful as well that chaos he lives in where he longs for love and its discovery…its raw and fine facet

(PC:  https://www.pngfuel.com/free-png/gntcf )     Everything is the two way street.  I scratch your back and you scratch mine. Most importantly, when there is consideration for friendship as desired by people out of  genuine interest in each other, naturally they are eager to create and maintain a long-lasting companionship that is comfortable. Most of all, they seriously consider it as a necessity to do away the burden of loneliness within; during the happy as well as the sad moments. With the growing number of friend’s circle, it is more important to uphold such honest relationships that are meaningful and substantial enough to influence almost all the dissimilarities of each friend in the circle respectively. However, so as to not hurt the one friend they so care, some friends tend to lie and some even exaggerate. Exceptionally, some turn out to be just pretend to agree or disagree, to whom the time or energy wasted is nothing but naught. But, so far, most normal people are truly