Running, running, running….
I saw them running…..
But why are they running?
Ha! They are running away… running away from themselves.
How could this be? How can you run away from yourself?
You can’t, but you can try, try, try…

The ancients lived by aligning their lives to reality…..
But the generation to which I belong are trying desperately to
align reality to their fantasy…..

This is futile and self destructive
thus we are a running generation, always on the run from ourselves.
What a restless generation are we….
Till we learn to face reality…
face all that we’ve been running from there would be no rest.
For within reality lies our healing…

I don’t feel like writing today…
then why am I writing this?…
Because my rational self is telling me the contrary.
Though my emotional self is telling me not to write,
Hence, I don’t feel like writing…
My rational self is telling me I’ve got to write
in spite of me not feeling like writing.

Emotion is one of the most powerful gifts we humans are
endowed with, but at times it does lead us astray
if not tempered with reasoning.

Though I don’t feel like writing, I’m gonna write anyway…

Emotion, balanced with reason, is a formidable tool for dealing
with life’s ups and downs.

So, how do you feel?…

Oh how I wish I would go to sleep soon…
I’ve been trying to go to sleep for about 2 hours now
Sleep seems to be very elusive tonight…

The present……
That place where past and future meet and slides into each other
Creating what we refer to as the “Presentâ€?.
The present is real and at the same time a mirage.
We are always here in the present, but can never get a hold of it
Because the moment you tried to, it is gone into the past .

We are trapped in the present , while waves of the future and
The storm of the past both clashes and cascade on us in the present….
Seem hopeless hey?
Though there are times when the rules don’t seem to fit the game,
don’t ever lose hope.
Hope keeps your dream alive, and dreams are the wings of the mind with which you can fly, hope is the wind beneath those wings.

No matter what the present says…
Hope sings…
It will be well…