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Slow Down.
[Kabul, Altaf Qadri]
Cold weather unfailingly warms my heart.
Deafening thunder crackles as the sky clears his scratchy throat.
Grumble. Rumble. Roar.
Soon, rain is released to calm and soothe his nerves.
Relief. Comfort.
Warmth.
Rain reminds me to slow down, retreat and relax.
It makes me put things down and learn how to do nothing and enjoy doing nothing. I realize I can’t continually do something. That doesn’t make me human but machine. I’m more capable than making things happen.
I’m capable of experiencing joy and fulfillment while doing and not doing anything.
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Posted on October 31, 2009
I'm living on borrowed time, and because of that,
everyday is a miracle.
In this lifetime, I live to tell a story.
I owe you,
when
I don't share what I know.
I write to live.
My love for words
created
a series of
obsessive compulsive behaviours -
word collecting,
word crafting,
word shaping,
typing and handwriting experimenting.
ACRILYKA by Valerictorian is a personal journal.
Visit www.valerictorian.blogspot.com
where I catalogue daily lessons drawn from personal encounters and a voracious appetite for reading.
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monotony and mediocrity
bore me to the bones
creativity and art,
wisdom and truth,
results and breakthroughs,
Bach and Tchaikovsky
awaken my soul
clean food,
iced bitter coffee and
cold and deodorised air helps me live longer
all sorts of people colour up my world.
