Patterns, conditioned actions and thoughts, and cycles everywhere. They dance like ripples on a glassy lake,ruining the serenity but keeping it alive, for life’s sake. Sometimes I feel ecstatic, being aware of these tangible patterns. I am being life, as I watch these cycles spin.And sometimes this very perception reminds me of the pathetic routines…

In observation, I see that too often I identify with my opinions, values and other such limiting and shallow concepts. I experience a sense of suffocation when these identities are challenged, and the consequences of these experiences unfold in many fun and not-so-fun reactions. Something tricky to realize, but not so surprising when I get…

Sailing the oceans of confusionGuided by the almighty CreativityCreativity, the mother of humanityEvery drop, every thumping heart, nothing but Art

The inactivity was just a ruse…ha! There was much life to be lived and I was busy doing all of it.That is the reason for the inactivity here. And I procrastinated. I mean, I chose to be lazy and lethargic damn it That was the real reason for the inactivity here 😉 I can not…