a daylight dream

I’ve mentioned before how I thought trimming the flowers of happiness is an essential way to sustain it, to avoid its overgrowth, prevent it from blinding our perception from seeing things as they really are— in both darkness and magic. Now, having given it so much thought, I believe it’s cardinal to trim the rays of  ambition , at least personally. I think that we all live in some sort of bubble that encompasses our lives— the circumstances, treasured values, problems and priorities. This bubble shields us from the outside world yet can easily burst to allow changes to set in. In some ways, it defines who we are in the tangible aspects of our everyday life so we choose to keep floating within it wherever we are. For a long time, I was quite opposed to the fact that I had to live in a bubble. I wanted to rebel and burst what was confining me; change my life, seek ultimate levels of independence and let new things in. I think it was quite normal to feel that way, es...

It’s Saturday, a once dreaded day of the week. I remember waking up as a child not knowing what to do, or how I was going to spend the day. It was always spent at home, and since that was never favourable, Saturday was the slowest; inspiring all the torpidity and sunken spirits sufficient enough to draw a frown on my face. But everything changes, I believe. When one gets so close to affirming that certain things will stay the same forever, a force shapes itself to sabotage it, and bring about circumstances that blow those false beliefs away. I wake up on a Saturday with a smile stretched so wide that it bickers the sunrise to hurry up and show itself. After minutes spent sipping a calming herbal tea and rereading poetry from the night before, I find myself racing down the stairs, the fresh morning breeze alleviating my steps, allowing me to glide across the streets, walking and observing the many changes occurring as the light dominates the atmosphere instead of the pale m...