Apr 25, 2010

Coffee Mornings (Session 1)



This morning, I woke up to find that there was no hot water in the bathroom, no coffee in the coffee-maker, no milk in the fridge and no ironed clothes in my closet. For about 5 minutes I panicked, I didn't know what I was going to do. To me, my world was coming to a stand still. 

But then I heard something, the faintest sound of traffic from the main road outside, my neighbour shouting at her kids to get ready for school and my brother already playing his video games in the living room. 


Now what does that imply? It implies that the world was still spinning, I was still breathing and life continued to move on as always.
So, what did I do? I skipped the bath, ironed a new outfit myself and grabbed coffee from the cafe on the corner of my street. 


I'm not trying to explain my problems here. I'm merely trying to say that a lot of people are put into similar situations everyday, when we think that our world is going to crash, or we're going to stop breathing, or the sky's going to fall down on top of our head. But nothing like that happens. The world keeps moving on and we are compelled to find our way around the obstacle in our way. 


But why panic in the first place? That's because sometimes we forget what we really want, what we really need. We lose track of what our real goals are and we waste our time on things that hold no real value. We become stupid and reckless, in the end, hurting ourselves more than others. No need to say that's not how we planned it. 


How long it takes to figure out that we're off track depends on how smart we are. Some of us take just a few moments, others take a lifetime. But it's nice to know that all of us at least have the potential to correct our mistakes. 


Life keeps moving on, it doesn't care whether you're missing an important deadline or losing someone really close to you. So I advise all to stop whining and go with the flow. Life isn't going to wait for you, so what are you waiting for?

Jan 25, 2010

Neither One Knew...



She tries to hold on,
But he keeps pushing her away.


She tries to explain to him,
But he won't give her the time of day.


She doesn't understand why,
& he doesn't want to say.


& they end up moving apart, in oppposite directions, one step at a time. He keeps his gaze to the ground & she keeps looking over her shoulder. But each step they take, the distance increases, the coldness sets in. He never looks back & she never looses hope.


But neither of them realizes...


He was too afraid to hold on.
She was too afraid to let go.
He didn't think he was able.
She thought he knew.
He didn't want to hurt her.
She never stopped crying.


...neither one knew.
      She was his miracle.
      He was her world.