Ignorance is bliss and we justify it ever so cunningly, ever so politely. This illusion is a protection and we, bound by our oath to protect whats real, has lead us to this moment. In the deepest of our hearts, the darkest of our corners, we are dying an eternal, slow and painful death.
The world is noisy, and it comes at us in all the accessible sensory forms. It is always lit, there is something going on outside the window, the leaking tap in your washroom, the loud person on the phone, the squeaking fan of your neighbours downstairs, the eternal quarrelling couple upstairs.
My legs shake all the time, sometimes when I am anxious, it turns violent – out of control, but this is how I have always been. I have accepted this part of me; this delusional, disrespectful, devotional dilemma called me.
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Listening is a dying art. People don’t listen anymore; it is nobody’s fault, of course, but the essence of being a human is the art of listening. Language (the act of listening specifically) is one skill that sets us apart from other forms of life.… Read More »The lost art of listening
The first flight is often a beautiful experience – the take-off, drag, gravity, and visuals through the window. But things may take a sudden turn and everything turns into periods of anxiety, panic attacks, and wishes of being home. The fear of flying becomes too… Read More »How to overcome the fear of flying