Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas!

It’s the most beautiful time of the year
Where sleigh bells ring (are you listening?)
And Santa Claus is coming to town

We’re all simply
Having a wonderful Christmas time
(and having a cup of cheer!)

So say hello to friends you know (and don’t know!)

Have a holly jolly Christmas! (War is over)

Go rockin’around the Christmas tree
and visit the Winter Wonderland

Well let it snow let it snow!
Deck the halls with boughs of holly!

Silver bells and blue Christmas?
Surely the angels we have heard on high!

O come all ye faithful
I wish everyday could be like Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas!

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To Write, Imperfectly

I’ve been wondering why I haven’t been writing prose or stories on my blog or anywhere else online for quite awhile now, and the answer does seem to be eluding me.

Do I not have the writing prowess to churn out decent work on specific topics? 

Do I not want to share my opinion on issues so as to avoid scrutiny or discussions?

I don’t think it’s either of the above. I suspect it’s because I’ve gotten tired of looking at my own thoughts and opinions beyond the place where they are most comfortable in, which is in my head, naturally. To see these thoughts translate into words on a page or a virtual space, it seems like an imperfect expression of all the massive mental workings that is going on within the tiny physical confines of the brain (and not mind, because who can quantify the mind, physically or otherwise?).

An article, a prose, while they do essentially capture a certain aspect of your thoughts, are limited and committed merely to how you craft them. Once you commit them into ink or print, they create an impression of you and your thoughts that may or may not be true; the words give the author a personality, and vice versa. It may reveal a part of who you intrinsically are, or it may misportray it regrettably.

And we haven’t gotten to the emotional bit of writing yet, a domain that is arguably distinct from the cognitive process itself. Words at best can only give a faint reflection of the raw emotions that arise in a person at any given point of time. Since it is already itself a mammoth of a task for a person to accurately pinpoint to himself how he is feeling at any one moment (without even determining the reason for the emotion), how much more difficult would it be to express them in words to impress upon others these emotions? 

This is exactly why brilliant writers are always so celebrated by the world. They have the ability to capture, even if imperfectly, the raw essence of emotions and parts of the human spirit, as well as convert sophisticated trains of thoughts into understandable language. They make us more comprehensible to ourselves. 

To be able to write is a gift, and indeed one that is often powerful and influential.  Looking back at the above paragraphs I’ve written, I realise that perhaps I am not that weary of watching my thoughts play out on a piece of paper or space anymore. I think the physical manifestation of thoughts in the form of words is beautiful (though at the same time essentially imperfection), and perhaps it is this inadequacy that is touching and perfect at the same time. It reveals the sophistication of the human mind, and the dynamism of everything around us.

Will I start writing more again? Most likely.

Man In The Mirror

“Play time is over buddy, time to start living life,” He told the person straight in the face.

He didn’t really like what he was seeing, or the vibes he was picking up from that person.

He could detest the person, but he knew he could never bring himself to do so.

He has a duty to love the person, a duty to protect him to the very end, to be there with him till the end of the line. He has to stand with him even if the whole world forsakes him.

That faithful morning he said those words to his best friend, there was no one else in the toilet with him…

Except the man in the mirror.

Dreams

As you’ve seen, I’ve decided to switch from “poetry”-styled posts to prose-styled posts to facilitate easier discussions of certain topics that require lengthy sentences and descriptions. I used to aspire to write only in “poetry” form on this platform, but it has gotten unsustainable lately, hence the switch over. (I will however still post one of those short ones every now and then just to make sure I stay true to my roots and that I don’t lose touch. Haha.)

The topic for tonight seems to be a heavy one (or light one, depending on how it goes and if you’re a light or heavy sleeper, haha) again, and yes it is about Dreams. I don’t mean the literal first definition of thoughts or sensations experienced in the mind during sleep; I mean the aspirations and goals we all have in life that we hope to achieve (whether they are within reach or not, is another thing). Contrary to popular belief, dreams are not for the young; dreams are for everyone bold enough to have the desire to want to achieve what they think will give themselves (and sometimes others) immense joy.

I think the one very important activity that pre-school and primary school teachers conduct is the sharing of children’s ambition(s) and dream(s). I think it is crucial that the child and the adults around him identify what the child sees as important to his life, and what he seeks to achieve in time to come. The first step towards realising any dream is to be able to know what the dream is, ideally exactly what it is, but if not a rough idea is at most times is good enough. It is also a good idea to write it down for future reference. Here’s why.

When we get caught up in the tiredness of everyday life and we lose focus and grip on our goals and objectives, we can take out that sketchy little paper from under piles of other things to remind ourselves what we used to aspire towards in our younger and more innocent days. A dream coming from a phase in life where we think all things possible, before society even started telling us otherwise.. I think that’s a valuable thing to hold onto when we face obstructions and obstacles later on in life. We need to be reminded of how simple things can be, beneath all the layers of what life or society heap upon us (and our dreams).

If you have a kite flying in the distance or a rainbow in the sky, do not be afraid to reach out for it. I’m not going to tell you about the practical concerns of life and how sometimes our dreams are not meant for realising in the face of everyday life; that we can leave to your naysayers who think otherwise. I’m just going to tell you to go for it. Just try, because you will never know how far you can go until you do. The rest, we leave to grit and how far life will allow you to go.

Have a good night, and let’s wake up tomorrow with a greater sense of purpose and a stronger will to achieve those dreams that lie waiting for us in the horizons.