a daylight dream

One of the most surprising periods in life is when you finally discover your purpose. It’s usually this epiphany-like moment in which you realise what you’ve been born for— your passions seem to connect, your past holds memories to join dots with and the future seems more lucent. After taking my time observing such a human experience, I’ve come to believe that our purposes cannot be solely based on materialistic and realistic missions. Yes, they are requisite to sustain success but I see that people take it too far from where it should stand. We set goals to purchase apartments, get a job or a promotion and keep working arduously for that, yet, we don’t stop. Hard work guarantees success most of the time, but it doesn’t grant happiness. We confuse those goals and promise others that we will be happy when we achieve them, but dissatisfaction sets in eventually, and we keep digging on and on for more. We need those realistic goals. We need to prove ourselves and make a diffe...

I spent a sleepless night, which rarely happens to me, in a rosy July. The warm room air is as pink as a night rose, its petals enclosed primly, not allowing any exposure or light to peek through. I spend the last moments of the night seeing what lies in the colours of the dark and the approaching sun rays, and I am inspired and alive. I’ve never decided to surrender sleep before, but it’s a new beginning. A new discovery, unravelling what the darkness has to offer. It’s a time to see the pictures swarming in my mind, to make sense of the surroundings, to build a home of grounding realisations, to keep going no matter how unclear and messy it is. And dearest, perhaps the best part, is watching you sleep. Your eyes closed, your brows relaxed, arching beautifully across the horizon of your forehead. I look at it, how it wrinkles and softens as you speak, even when you stay silent. With your eyes closed, you’re like a cosmos, bursts of thoughts orbiting the inside of your min...