Feeding the soul

Moments passed
Jaded consciousness piled on..
My mind's been burdened with nothingness..

Nothing too fulfilling
Nothing seems peaceful
Nothing that I could call mine..

Nothing that is really a big deal..
Nothing was worth mentioning..
Nothing that I felt proud to share..

The tide could not catch up with time..
And so are the fleeting moments..

Running (pun intended) keeps me sane..
So does writing.

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Another way to say
Men are from Mars Women are from Venus

P/S: What a twist at the end..



-Adapted from Sunday Times-

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I was watching a bluebottle yesterday. In an effort to escape the living room, he kept flying against the window, hitting his head against the glass over and over again. Then he stopped launching himself at it like a missile and stuck to one little windowpane, buzzing about like he was having a panic attack. It was frustrating to watch, especially if he’d just flown up a little bit higher towards the top of the window, he’d have been free. But he just kept doing the same thing over and over again. I could imagine his frustration of being able to see the trees, the flowers, the sky, yet not being able to get to them. I tried to help him a few times, to guide him towards the open window, but he flew away from me around the room. He’d eventually come back to the same window and I could almost hear him, “Well, this is the way I came in…”

I wonder if my watching him from my armchair is what it’s like to be God, if there is a God. He sits back and see the big picture, just as I could see that if the bluebottle just moved up the window to the top, then he’d be free. He wasn’t really trapped at all, he was just looking in the wrong place.

Then I realized I was the God on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldn’t let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration. Sometimes when people offer a helping hand, it gets pushed away. People always want to help themselves first.

-Cecelia Ahern, The Book of Tomorrow-

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