nothing new...

Things are starting to shape up again. I’m glad about that. I’m trying new things, but obviously "new things" just didn’t work out. I don’t know what was doing anyways. But who cares. So I’m back to myself again. The same old me. No one new in my life...still. Just haven’t found that someone. And everytime I do, that person doesn’t feel me back. But I’m kinda over the past now. The drama has somewhat subsided. . But what can you expect? We’re just complicated human beings.

rummaging the fridge...

i was looking through some old photographs and i found this one of my son. i can't remember what he was looking for at this time. he was barely 2 years old then. and now, he's almost 11 and still does the same old thing, rummaging inside the fridge...

being single...

...the choice to remain single is but a rationalization of their inability to deal with demands of a relationship: "I need my space," I never found the right person,"My work consumes all my energy." Often those who choose singleness have run repeatedly into the same problems and pains. Wounds are reopened and not healed; again & again they find themselves stuck in the same place.


And so they decide, perhaps rightly, that they are better off alone. They choose to make the best of the situation, in a cultural climate that at least tolerates their singleness. I see the coming years as happier ones for those who choose to remain single & more productive ones for those who see single-hood as the stage in their growth, a passage en route to marriage. I see singleness in a limited framework, as an opportunity to find & establish oneself at whatever stage of life.

about my life...

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little prayer.

understand my dreams...

I’d like to figure out why I dream about what I do. Some I can understand. If I watch television late enough and right before I fall asleep, I dream about one show or another. But other ones seem random.

Dreams are fascinating; they are like a window into the inner mind. I believe that my dreams can guide me, my inner-self talking to my outer / real-world self. Log and categorize your dreams, this is the first step in discerning any patterns.

Sweet Dreams!