a daylight dream

What an astounding year, truly. I may need to admit that it had been one of the most profound I’ve ever lived in so many terms. There had been ups and downs, but I don’t think I minded them like I used Accepting my moments of confusion and overwhelm perhaps made it easier in so many ways, because it has been proven that things get clearer when you exert more effort and take baby steps to get to where you want. They mean nothing sometimes, but mostly, they do lead somewhere. University It had been challenging in some way, but also enlightening in others. For starters, there were some courses that I disliked as they were too general and oversimplified, and I find muse in sophisticated concepts. Thus, I would find myself not studying fervently but only doing so to get it over with. However, I compensated this loss of interest with research and linking those concepts to areas I find compelling like education and holistic health. Yet, I paid the price of not being able to...

Layers within layers of indigo clouds, the light conceals itself, creating shadows that darken their insides. The air smells like damp earth and grass-dew, and there are residues of raindrops in the atmosphere, humidifying it with a warm transparent moisture. And though the rain attempts to nourish us earthlings with richness accompanied by the gushing water streams and puddles, it seems to always make the world put a mask on. Though the rain is beautiful and kind, it hides it all with the magnitudes or darkness and stiffness. It takes effort to negate the judgement of my perception— to love the rain instead of despising what it shows on the outside. Then I remember you. I remember the mask you tend to pull on the whole day; keeping your distance, dealing with the concrete facts, judging alternatives on what they are and completely forgetting to ask your heart where it lies. Just like those clouds above hiding the blueness beneath it and nipping away the vivid colours ...